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Authors: Julia Gardener
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her friends cut off all angles of escape. “It’s Heath!”
“You look so much hotter in person!”
“That performance was amazing!”
“I cried so much!”
“I hadn’t cried like that since the end of The Notebook!”
“Please marry me Heath!”
“Pleased to meet you ladies,” I said, trying to keep my composure. I didn’t know how they kept slipping past security time and time again. “But you should be in this area. It’s restricted to staff-”
“I jumped the gate to get here!” one of them squealed. “I don’t care if I go to jail. I got to meet Heath Lawrence!”
I brushed one girl aside to make myself an exit. Perhaps it was a bit rougher than I intended but I was no mood for it. “Sorry, but I have an important meeting to attend to. Glad you enjoyed the performance.”
The girls snapped photos of me with their phones. By morning, there would be stories about how much of a rude asshole I was. Not that I cared at this point.
My bandmates would’ve been bewildered by my decision to ignore a group of cute girls. I could’ve sweet-talked them into coming with me to my dressing room. I could’ve shagged them one after the other.
Yet, I only thought of Charlotte.
I didn’t know what it was about her that attracted me. Sure, I liked a woman who played hard to get but there was something else about her. I had never told another soul so much about my life since Howard passed away.
It felt so easy to talk to her about my past. She didn’t judge me or call me a delinquent who deserved to be beaten and belittled. She didn’t pity me for being some unwanted orphan.
Or maybe it was the fact that our professional relationship couldn’t last. We would part ways in three years. It would be even earlier if I didn’t pass my first exam in six months. Considering my current academic abilities, it was practically a death sentence. That damn contract meant I would lose my job.
It also meant that I would never see Charlotte again. There wouldn’t be a reason for her to tolerate my presence if Sterling Records wouldn’t pay her. Hell, no soul alive would stay with me for very long unless that got a nice paycheck for their trouble.
Eventually, I found my teacher nursing a glass of club soda with the other VIPs. The woman was a born wallflower who didn’t mingle with the others. With luck, we could go somewhere more private.
However, Jared noticed my entrance. That manager had an uncanny ability to corner me when I wanted to do something else. “If it isn’t the man of the hour. The press party is waiting-”
“Don’t care about the press party,” I said rather curtly. Another group of VIPs and managers swarmed around me. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
“Heath, one of the Sam Ash executives wants to talk to you about a new deal.”
“Rolling Stone wants to do a spread on you.”
“Rock & Folk is here from France. They want a special interview with you.”
“Adidas wants to extend our contract with them,” one said. I didn’t know how or why a rock star got shoe deals like a basketball player. “They just need us to drop any Nike endorsements.”
“The governor of the state wants to meet with you, Heath,” another chimed in. “His daughter is a big fan of you. He’ll pay us to have you at her birthday.”
God, they were even worse than the groupies. At least I could fuck them. In this case, management fucked me and made me ask for seconds.
I pushed myself through the crowd and made it towards Charlotte. Thankfully, my bodyguard, Mr. Han, stepped in to help me. For a short guy, he sure knew how to control a crowd.
My teacher giggled at me as Mr. Han swatted off a junior manager. “It looks like you’re just as popular backstage as you are in the
“You look so much hotter in person!”
“That performance was amazing!”
“I cried so much!”
“I hadn’t cried like that since the end of The Notebook!”
“Please marry me Heath!”
“Pleased to meet you ladies,” I said, trying to keep my composure. I didn’t know how they kept slipping past security time and time again. “But you should be in this area. It’s restricted to staff-”
“I jumped the gate to get here!” one of them squealed. “I don’t care if I go to jail. I got to meet Heath Lawrence!”
I brushed one girl aside to make myself an exit. Perhaps it was a bit rougher than I intended but I was no mood for it. “Sorry, but I have an important meeting to attend to. Glad you enjoyed the performance.”
The girls snapped photos of me with their phones. By morning, there would be stories about how much of a rude asshole I was. Not that I cared at this point.
My bandmates would’ve been bewildered by my decision to ignore a group of cute girls. I could’ve sweet-talked them into coming with me to my dressing room. I could’ve shagged them one after the other.
Yet, I only thought of Charlotte.
I didn’t know what it was about her that attracted me. Sure, I liked a woman who played hard to get but there was something else about her. I had never told another soul so much about my life since Howard passed away.
It felt so easy to talk to her about my past. She didn’t judge me or call me a delinquent who deserved to be beaten and belittled. She didn’t pity me for being some unwanted orphan.
Or maybe it was the fact that our professional relationship couldn’t last. We would part ways in three years. It would be even earlier if I didn’t pass my first exam in six months. Considering my current academic abilities, it was practically a death sentence. That damn contract meant I would lose my job.
It also meant that I would never see Charlotte again. There wouldn’t be a reason for her to tolerate my presence if Sterling Records wouldn’t pay her. Hell, no soul alive would stay with me for very long unless that got a nice paycheck for their trouble.
Eventually, I found my teacher nursing a glass of club soda with the other VIPs. The woman was a born wallflower who didn’t mingle with the others. With luck, we could go somewhere more private.
However, Jared noticed my entrance. That manager had an uncanny ability to corner me when I wanted to do something else. “If it isn’t the man of the hour. The press party is waiting-”
“Don’t care about the press party,” I said rather curtly. Another group of VIPs and managers swarmed around me. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
“Heath, one of the Sam Ash executives wants to talk to you about a new deal.”
“Rolling Stone wants to do a spread on you.”
“Rock & Folk is here from France. They want a special interview with you.”
“Adidas wants to extend our contract with them,” one said. I didn’t know how or why a rock star got shoe deals like a basketball player. “They just need us to drop any Nike endorsements.”
“The governor of the state wants to meet with you, Heath,” another chimed in. “His daughter is a big fan of you. He’ll pay us to have you at her birthday.”
God, they were even worse than the groupies. At least I could fuck them. In this case, management fucked me and made me ask for seconds.
I pushed myself through the crowd and made it towards Charlotte. Thankfully, my bodyguard, Mr. Han, stepped in to help me. For a short guy, he sure knew how to control a crowd.
My teacher giggled at me as Mr. Han swatted off a junior manager. “It looks like you’re just as popular backstage as you are in the
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