Read Online My Rock #6 by Alycia Taylor - Free Book Online

played the bars
and clubs; in my opinion, he did even better than the original. He also did a
lot of Journey and REO Speedwagon songs. He always
put his own spin on them and they were always fantastic. He had the perfect,
raspy voice for that era of music…it was really sexy.
    I’d asked him a few times during the three month
hiatus between the show and the tour what kind of songs he was doing. They
practiced a few times a week, all of the finalists did. But as I’ve figured
out, Tristan isn’t much for small talk, and as far as I could remember, he
never really told me. I knew that part of his contract was writing new songs
for the record producers. I couldn’t wait to hear those. His original music was
always great. I’d never asked him, but I’d read that he was the one that wrote
most of the songs for the boy band. I believed it; he was so frigging talented.
    Tony called us all together before the singer’s
busses got there and said that the powers that be had convened and decided to
go on with the show as long as there was no lightning. So far, it was still
just a light rain with no lightning or thunder. I stood in a tent they had set
up for the crew so we didn’t get drenched and watched the people pile in when
they opened the gates. None of the concertgoers looked to be deterred by a
little rain. I could see the stars tent from where I stood and I saw Tristan go
inside. At fifteen minutes until seven, Tony gave us our final assignments;
then at five minutes ‘til, we took our places and the show began. I realized
after the Emcee did his spiel that it wasn’t just 80’s night; it was 80’s duet
night. I was curious about who Tristan was singing with. I watched Ethan and
Rosa who went first. Their song was We’ve
Got Tonight by Kenny Rogers and Sheena Easton and the level of heat between
them on the stage was scorching. I started wondering about Tristan again. There
were three women and seven men in the top ten. Rosa was one—that only left two
women: Brooke and a girl named Shannon. That also meant that some of the guys
would be doing guy/guy duets. I told myself it was stupid, but I was voting for
Tristan doing a guy/guy one. I guess it would have been okay if he was singing
with Shannon, but I didn’t like the thought of watching him sing with Brooke.
It was still obvious when she looked at him that she wanted him. Tristan never
said anything about her. He didn’t mention her at all. I wasn’t sure if that
was because he really didn’t think of her at all, or because he knew it might
make me jealous. He’d used her once for that before and it had backfired on us
all. I told myself I had nothing to worry about. Tristan and I were past all of
that. Besides, I hated feeling jealous, so I tried not to.
    The more I watched the show, the more I knew he was
singing with her. Shannon sang with a guy named Rob and the rest of the duets
were fun, upbeat, guy/guy songs.
    When Tristan and Brooke walked out together, holding
hands, I felt a little twinge in my belly. She had on a flowy white dress and her blonde hair was hanging down to her waist. She had long,
perfect legs and a gorgeous smile. Her boobs were all pushed up and she had a
tan in the middle of fall. I hated her. Not really, but I did. It’s something
only another woman could understand.
    The lights were already low and they spotlighted the
two of them in a white light that almost looked ethereal. The music started
playing and they started singing Endless
Love by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross. I stood there and watched Tristan
look into Brooke’s eyes and her into his, and it seemed even to me that they
were the only two in the room. Damn, he was good. I guess she was, too; I just
wasn’t in the mood to give her that much credit. I felt that twinge in my belly
turn into a knot and then move up into my chest. I was trying to talk myself
down by remembering the amazing sex we’d had just a day and a half ago. If this
duet had been on the first