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urge to headbang.
    Anyway, this guy with us was asking questions about our songwriting technique, and I admitted that Liz wrote everything.  I came along behind her and modified what she had, but it was all her.  Liz never blushed but she had a hard time accepting direct praise.  She smiled and said, “Yeah, but look what Kyle does with it.  Oh, and then there’s CJ too.”
    I frowned.  I’d tried not to think about him.  I’d been actively pushing him out of my head.  I didn’t want to focus on him, didn’t want to give him any more space or time in my mind.  It was sheer agony being so far apart and knowing that, even if we were closer, he’d still push me away and for what?  A stupid goddamn number.  So I mumbled something like, “Oh, yeah,” not wanting to say anything negative because, truly, I was hurt by him.  It wouldn’t have hurt if I hadn’t wanted him so badly.
    But the guy with us didn’t know any of that.  Hell, I didn’t know how much Liz even knew about the weird thing (if I could even call it that) between me and CJ.  I was working hard at keeping my face neutral when I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I was pretty sure it was Andrew being creepy again, and I ignored him the first time.  When he did it again, though, I knew I was going to have to let him have it.  So I turned around, a grouchy look on my face, and blinked in confusion when I saw it was TT, one of our roadies.
    I was so shocked that I didn’t even say anything.  Instead, TT said, “Hey, Kyle, there’s some dude who wants in, says he wants to meet you.”
    “So…why don’t you let him in?  There are all these other people.”
    “Yeah, who were vetted by Peter.”  I couldn’t help myself.  I almost snorted at TT using a word like vetted .  It was almost comical, because the guy seemed to have a vocabulary of five-hundred words.
    “Anybody know this guy?”
    He shrugged.  “I think so.  I’m pretty sure he’s connected with the venue somehow…like the manager or something.”
    “Jesus, TT.  Then let him in.  We need to make friends with these people—so we can come back in the future.”  Evidence that my roadie friend smoked too much weed—he couldn’t make these connections on his own.
    But he could use the word vetted .  How I managed not to roll my eyes is beyond me.
    Only I would find out later that maybe I should have listened to him.  After all, unlike Peter, he had my best interests at heart.
     

 
     
     
    “Violet” ~ Hole
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    SO I RESUMED chatting with Liz and our fan friend, a guy who was pretty damned knowledgeable about music.  We were talking about some of our favorite bands when I sensed TT standing next to me again.  I looked over at him and he said, “Kyle, I got this guy here.  Name’s Eddie.”
    I turned completely around and flashed my most charming smile.  This guy was clearly not a metalhead, not the usual type of person who came to our shows.  He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, but I wasn’t a good judge back then.  He was simply gorgeous.  His hair was longer than business-type guys and went down the back of his neck, but it wasn’t long, definitely not rock star length.  He had ice-blue eyes that were mesmerizing.  TT had said this guy wanted to see me …but surely he meant he’d wanted to see the band.
    I stuck out my hand to shake his and said, “Nice to meet you, Eddie.  Did you see the show?”
    Now…this was weird, but he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips.  He placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand and then massaged the flesh of my palm with his thumb before looking up at me to say, “My pleasure…and I saw part of your show.”  His eyes bore into mine.  “You are amazing.  Just how old are you?”  I started to answer and then he placed his free hand’s index finger on my lips.  “Wait, no.  I don’t want to know.”
    There was a reason for that.  I