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began to whisper.
“Not kidding, but there’s no hard feelings. We weren’t serious or anything. She wasn’t really my type anyway,” Jesse said. I let out of soft sigh of relief and joined in with the laughter to mask my thankfulness that there was and most likely would never be a Kat and Jesse. I looked over at him and smiled trying to picture what his type entailed. “Well, I hate to cut this short, but unfortunately I’ve gotta call it a night,” Jesse said. “It was great seeing you again, Celia.”
I watched him walk away before I checked my watch and turned to Logan. It seemed quite early to call it a night, but in this town, sometimes that means it’s really only getting started. According to Logan, Jesse was playing with a friend at a gig outside town tonight. He stopped by quickly to congratulate Kat before he headed out.
It wasn’t long before we were interrupted by a young girl who asked Logan if she could get a picture of him with his date. Knowing how much the rumors were starting to take their toll on me, Logan went to object, but the poor girl seemed so nervous, I didn’t want to let her down.
“No, no, it’s okay,” I said.
He slowly placed his hand around my waist and pulled me in. I tried my best to convince the camera that I was happy to be in the shot, but I’m not sure how convincing I was. The girl looked down at her camera with a strange look on her face.
“Okay, then,” she said, “that’ll have to do.”
Logan and I both looked at each other as she walked away and laughed. One picture was plenty for me, but as the night went on, I felt more and more eyes focus in on us. I could hear the whispers and see the fingers pointing in our direction. Sometimes I would play along, grabbing his arm when I’d laugh or pulling him close to me when I’d talk just to see their reactions. Other times I would look around at the obscene number of people clicking away at me and pull back in fright. In a short time I felt like Logan and I had become pawns in their little game. That we were no longer people, but objects and dollar signs to up their paychecks.
I excused myself to grab a drink from the bar and on my way back I watched as Logan chatted with a couple of people I didn’t know. Both were extremely well-dressed gentleman. I stood and watched for a little, enjoying my peace from the heavy staring until Logan spotted me and waved me over. He introduced the men as two of his label executives by the names of Rick and Tom.
“What a lovely girl you have here,” Rick said.
Logan laughed before he responded with, “We’re just friends.”
“That’s too bad,” Tom said, chuckling. “In that case, I wish I were about a decade younger so I could take her out.”
My cheeks flushed as I thanked him for the compliment and we went back to talking about the industry. It was all going well until my dumb self asked Tom how long he’d been with the label. It seemed that country music, though it had grown on him, wasn’t his first choice in genre and he’d had quite a list of impressive bands under his belt when he lived out in L.A., one of them being the one and only Black Horizons.
“You might have been too little to remember them, but man, were they good. I wonder where they are now,” Tom said.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I said.
Logan squeezed my shoulder and tried to change the subject, but it didn’t work. Apparently Rick was very up on the current state of the Black Horizons and updated us on them all. Actually, all of them but one.
“Shoot, I’m missing someone,” Rick said.
He and Tom thought long and hard, counting on their hands each member who had come in and out of the band over the years. First they thought they were missing a drummer. Then they thought maybe it was a lead guitarist, but they went through them again and got them all.
“Jack,” I said. “You forgot Jack Coleman.”
“Yes!” Rick said. “Wow, how did you know that? You a
“Not kidding, but there’s no hard feelings. We weren’t serious or anything. She wasn’t really my type anyway,” Jesse said. I let out of soft sigh of relief and joined in with the laughter to mask my thankfulness that there was and most likely would never be a Kat and Jesse. I looked over at him and smiled trying to picture what his type entailed. “Well, I hate to cut this short, but unfortunately I’ve gotta call it a night,” Jesse said. “It was great seeing you again, Celia.”
I watched him walk away before I checked my watch and turned to Logan. It seemed quite early to call it a night, but in this town, sometimes that means it’s really only getting started. According to Logan, Jesse was playing with a friend at a gig outside town tonight. He stopped by quickly to congratulate Kat before he headed out.
It wasn’t long before we were interrupted by a young girl who asked Logan if she could get a picture of him with his date. Knowing how much the rumors were starting to take their toll on me, Logan went to object, but the poor girl seemed so nervous, I didn’t want to let her down.
“No, no, it’s okay,” I said.
He slowly placed his hand around my waist and pulled me in. I tried my best to convince the camera that I was happy to be in the shot, but I’m not sure how convincing I was. The girl looked down at her camera with a strange look on her face.
“Okay, then,” she said, “that’ll have to do.”
Logan and I both looked at each other as she walked away and laughed. One picture was plenty for me, but as the night went on, I felt more and more eyes focus in on us. I could hear the whispers and see the fingers pointing in our direction. Sometimes I would play along, grabbing his arm when I’d laugh or pulling him close to me when I’d talk just to see their reactions. Other times I would look around at the obscene number of people clicking away at me and pull back in fright. In a short time I felt like Logan and I had become pawns in their little game. That we were no longer people, but objects and dollar signs to up their paychecks.
I excused myself to grab a drink from the bar and on my way back I watched as Logan chatted with a couple of people I didn’t know. Both were extremely well-dressed gentleman. I stood and watched for a little, enjoying my peace from the heavy staring until Logan spotted me and waved me over. He introduced the men as two of his label executives by the names of Rick and Tom.
“What a lovely girl you have here,” Rick said.
Logan laughed before he responded with, “We’re just friends.”
“That’s too bad,” Tom said, chuckling. “In that case, I wish I were about a decade younger so I could take her out.”
My cheeks flushed as I thanked him for the compliment and we went back to talking about the industry. It was all going well until my dumb self asked Tom how long he’d been with the label. It seemed that country music, though it had grown on him, wasn’t his first choice in genre and he’d had quite a list of impressive bands under his belt when he lived out in L.A., one of them being the one and only Black Horizons.
“You might have been too little to remember them, but man, were they good. I wonder where they are now,” Tom said.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I said.
Logan squeezed my shoulder and tried to change the subject, but it didn’t work. Apparently Rick was very up on the current state of the Black Horizons and updated us on them all. Actually, all of them but one.
“Shoot, I’m missing someone,” Rick said.
He and Tom thought long and hard, counting on their hands each member who had come in and out of the band over the years. First they thought they were missing a drummer. Then they thought maybe it was a lead guitarist, but they went through them again and got them all.
“Jack,” I said. “You forgot Jack Coleman.”
“Yes!” Rick said. “Wow, how did you know that? You a
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