They laughed, and Logan nodded to Mason. “Count it off!”
“One, two, three, four!” Mason yelled as he hit his drumsticks together.
I recognized the tune and immediately picked it up. These guys weren’t just good … they were great. I hadn’t had this much fun in my life. As the song came to a close, we ended it in an elaborate rift as Logan and I leaned our backs against one another, and then we all jumped into the air together and landed on the last cord as we all cheered.
“Man! You guys are great!” I yelled, laughing. “Let’s do another
“Sweet Home Alabama!” Lathe yelled, and Mason counted it off.
Lathe and I alternated doing the beginning rifts, and then we launched into our own rendition. Logan took the lead on the verses. He had a great voice: rocking, sweet, and sensual. I immediately felt my heart stir, and I wondered what it was. A few minutes later, the song came to
I closed the door and turned around. There was a huge, king-sized bed taking center stage in the middle of the room. To the left was a set of drawers, and to the right on the same wall as the door was a set of mirrored sliding glass doors, enclosing a closet. I slid it open and took out one of his rock concert T-shirts. Then, I stripped down to my panties and slid it on. I was just about to slide under the comforter when I heard a knock on the door.I opened it just a crack, and it was Logan. “Lock the door,” he said, breathing heavily, then walked away. It seemed as if he wanted me to lock the door to keep him out just as much as the other guys in the house. He didn’t realize that a part of me wanted him to come in, but I was glad that he walked away.I turned out the light and slid into bed. It smelled like him: a mixture of leather, lavender, musk, and rain. I snuggled down under the covers and wrapped the thick comforter around my nose, then fell
“So, you just graduated from high school, huh?” Logan asked as we walked out to my car.I popped the hood, and Logan picked up my suitcase. “I’ll get that,” I said, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of my reach.“No. I’ll get it.” His muscles flexed under his T-shirt under the weight of the suitcase. “You haven’t answered my question.”“Does it make that much of a difference?” I asked. But from the look on his face, I could see that it did.He shrugged. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around it is all.”I nodded. “Are you in college?”“I just graduated from NYU and came here.” He adjusted the suitcase, shifting it to his other hand. “What do you have in here? Bricks?”I laughed. “I’ll carry it if it’s too heavy for you.” He gave me a dirty look, and I laughed. “What was
I drove around town, looking for an apartment, biding my time until it was time to go to the studio. Then, I thought of Logan’s apartment building. He had said that there were apartments available there. I sighed, wondering if it would be too weird to get an apartment so near Logan.The hell with it, I thought as I quickly turned the car around and headed back to his apartment complex. My heart raced at the possibility of seeing Logan again, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. After all, I was going on tour for God knew how long and I had no idea when I’d be back. He would probably have a girlfriend by then, and would have forgotten all about me. But it was a chance I would have to take.After parking my car in front of the office, I walked inside. Luckily, it was out of sight from Logan’s apartment. I didn’t want him to think I was stalking him or something. As I walked in, I was a bit leery, not sure if I wanted to start something with Log
“There she is!” Frank greeted me at the door as I rushed in. “Alyssa, this is Sam and Bill. They’ll take good care of you during your session today.” Frank turned to leave, then he added, “By the way, your band is waiting in the sound room for you … where you should be right now, so go!”I smiled, then hurried into the sound booth, and was stunned when I walked in, for there, tuning his guitar, was Logan and his friends. Microphones set all over the room. Even the drums were mic-ed!“So, you decided to come after all?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Logan as I hurried to set my guitar case down and quickly flipped it open.A broad smile spread across his face as he shrugged. “Well, the guys talked me into it.”I slipped my guitar strap over my shoulder and struck a chord, checking to see if it was tuned. “Ah … you just can’t stay away from me,” I teased
Frank nodded as he bit his lower lip. “Okay, but make it quick. We’re wasting valuable studio time.”“You got it!” Mason said, and then walked quickly toward the door, motioning for us to follow. He walked out the back of the studio. The sun shone down brightly in the sky, but a warm breeze was blowing. “What the hell were you thinking in there?” Mason asked, turning on Logan. “Man, we have a shot to go on tour …”“As a backup band!” Logan interjected as his eyes flared.“He said that we could do our originals, too!” Kyle interjected, trying to keep his voice down.“Yeah, but what do we do when the crowd is chanting her name?” Logan replied.It felt as if he had just slapped me in the face. “Well, you guys hash it out, but I’m going in.” I needed to leave before I said something that I would regret.“Wait a minute…&
We spent the rest of the afternoon doing only my songs. During the whole session, Frank never asked to hear more of Logan’s songs. I had no idea if I would ever see Logan or the guys again after this day, but I vowed to enjoy our time together while it lasted. We spent the whole afternoon laughing and playing. We all worked so hard that day, but I was so high on adrenaline that I never felt tired at all.“That’s a wrap!” Frank said later that day, and we all cheered.“Already?” I teased, hating to see the day come to an end.Frank laughed. “Aren’t you tired yet?”“Are you kidding?” I asked, letting my fingers fly over the neck of my guitar one last time. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had!”Frank looked over at Sam, and then back at me. “We ran over our studio time, but it was worth it. We got enough for a full album.” Then, he looked over at Kyle, who
I walked around the waiting room, and then over to the glass double doors. The sun was already starting to set over the horizon as shades of red, orange, pink, and yellow streaked across the sky. A yawn escaped my lips as I started feeling the effects of the day. In fact, so much had happened over the course of the last few days that it was taking its toll on me. I was suddenly so tired that I was ready to fall asleep where I stood.“Hey, sugar,” an older woman said in a pronounced southern drawl from behind the receptionist desk, interrupting another one of my yawns. “Do you have a place to stay?”I laughed. “Yes, I do,” I said, and then set down my guitar case and my purse. “I’m just waiting for one of the guys.”She nodded. “Rex?”I laughed so hard that it definitely woke me up. “Not just no, but hell no.”The woman laughed. “It’s just as well.” Then,
I was so tired that I was no longer responsible for my actions. But, somehow, I didn’t think that defense would hold up in court.“Well, shall we?” he asked.I nodded, and then turned toward Bobbie Jo. “Thanks, again.”“Just remember what I said,” she said, rearranging the same stack of papers on her desk, obviously trying to look busy.I laughed. “I will.” Then, I nodded toward Logan and he followed me out the door.It was already dark outside as we walked through the sliding glass doors to the parking lot. I was glad that Logan was there to walk me out as I stopped and looked around. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m taking you home because it looks like the guys left you.”Logan laughed. “Yeah. They were pretty tired.”I smiled as we headed toward my car, my guitar case suddenly feeling like a lead weight.“So, you have a place now, hu