Slow Body Rock (Rockstar Romance)
“Chapter Five.
Drezden My anger had abated by the time the empty car returned.
In my wake, I left three cigarettes. I didn't know the last time I'd smoked so much.
Everyone is pissing me off. Telling me what to do, what not to do... Staring out the window, I saw the sidewalks filled with wandering people. The show would be starting soon, fans were gathering to swarm the Fillmore.
My breath fogged the glass. Idly, I pressed my finger and dragged it into a single letter: L.
Lola Cooper. God damn Lola Cooper.
I'd been miserable in my hotel room. Singing had come as a habit, warming my vocal cords and staying busy. The songs I sang were moody, turbulent things that couldn't break me away from my struggle with the girl I yearned for.
Then, the first guitar notes had come.
They'd taken my ability to speak. Just for a second, but that was ages to me. Lola had heard me, and in answer, she'd joined me with her own music. It had been a glorious thing, entwining our songs with only a wall between us.
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