doing some live shots for a band called Poison.”
Kit
nodded and sipped her soda. “Poison is good. Now there’s a band. The lead
singer’s great. His name is Bret. They’re from Pennsylvania, you know. I saw
them play back there when I lived in Philly, but they were called Paris. Changed
their name when they got out here.”
Maxine
shook her head. “See, I don’t get it. I’m not into them. They’re ok. Their
lead singer is a hottie, but I don’t see the draw. I’m happier at my new wave
clubs, you know that.”
Kit
nodded. “I guess I’ll have to make a point to check these guys out then. Both
you and Joe are singing their praises. Must be worth something.”
“Do it.
They’re good, but they definitely need to be polished.”
She
chuckled. “Funny, Joe said exactly the same thing.”
Maxine
smiled wide. “If there’s anyone that knows how to turn a piece of coal into a
diamond with musicians it’s you, star maker.”
She
grinned and giggled, winking at Maxine. “Ooh Miss Max, flattery will get you
everywhere.”
Maxine laughed quietly and her small frame heaved as she struggled to
keep the soda she had just sipped from coming out of her nose. She covered her
mouth and shook her head. She finally was able to control it, laughing again.
“Oh Kit-Kat, you kill me sometimes, I swear.”
* * *
Jimmy
led the rest of the band by a few strides on his way into Café L.A. “Dude, where’s
the fire?” Remo joked.
As
Jimmy walked into the restaurant and told the hostess how many were in their
party, he glared at Remo. “I’m hungry.”
Sully
caught a glimpse of one of the new waitresses, a redhead, as she walked by with
a plate of hot food. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a natural
beauty, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, not a trace of makeup on her
face. She reminded him of the girls back home—simple, understated, down
to earth.
He
smiled as he gazed at her dreamily. “I’m in love.” He leaned forward and
tugged at the hostess’s sleeve as she started to lead them in the opposite
direction to be seated. He turned on the charm by flashing a wide-toothed
grin, knowing the hostess wouldn’t be able to resist him. “Hey, can we sit in
her section?” He motioned to the beautiful waitress he had been ogling.
The
hostess laughed. “Sure. Lucky for you, she’s got a table open, a rarity these
days. She’s really popular with you rocker types. Her station is always
packed.”
Sully
looked at Jimmy and raised his eyebrows while slugging him in the shoulder.
“We got her table again, man.”
Jimmy
responded with a blank stare. “Are you actually gonna invite her to the show
tonight or are you going to choke again?”
Sully
shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno. Maybe.”
They
were seated and the waitress took their order quickly. The restaurant was
hopping with activity, so she couldn’t be as attentive with them as he would have
liked. A few groupies recognized them immediately and squeezed themselves into
the booth. Sully was sandwiched in between two decent looking groupies who
were feeding him food and doting on him. Talking to that waitress now was the
furthest thing from his mind. He’d just have to wait.
CHAPTER 5
Joe
flung open the front door of his posh, Laurel Canyon home and stared at the
uniformed driver blankly. The man shifted uncomfortably noticing his intensity
and forced a grin. “I’m here to pick up Mr. Joe Arden.”
He
nodded. “That’s me. Hang on.” He walked back into his palatial master
bedroom to collect his suitcase and glared at Janine. She threw on her
fringed, leather jacket and pushed past him angrily. “Fuck off, Joe. You’re
an asshole.”
He
shook his head and snorted. “Right. You were the one I found with another guy
in my bed when I came home an hour ago.”
She
glared at him. “I knew you were out partying all night and were wasted. You
were probably with someone else too.
Kit
nodded and sipped her soda. “Poison is good. Now there’s a band. The lead
singer’s great. His name is Bret. They’re from Pennsylvania, you know. I saw
them play back there when I lived in Philly, but they were called Paris. Changed
their name when they got out here.”
Maxine
shook her head. “See, I don’t get it. I’m not into them. They’re ok. Their
lead singer is a hottie, but I don’t see the draw. I’m happier at my new wave
clubs, you know that.”
Kit
nodded. “I guess I’ll have to make a point to check these guys out then. Both
you and Joe are singing their praises. Must be worth something.”
“Do it.
They’re good, but they definitely need to be polished.”
She
chuckled. “Funny, Joe said exactly the same thing.”
Maxine
smiled wide. “If there’s anyone that knows how to turn a piece of coal into a
diamond with musicians it’s you, star maker.”
She
grinned and giggled, winking at Maxine. “Ooh Miss Max, flattery will get you
everywhere.”
Maxine laughed quietly and her small frame heaved as she struggled to
keep the soda she had just sipped from coming out of her nose. She covered her
mouth and shook her head. She finally was able to control it, laughing again.
“Oh Kit-Kat, you kill me sometimes, I swear.”
* * *
Jimmy
led the rest of the band by a few strides on his way into Café L.A. “Dude, where’s
the fire?” Remo joked.
As
Jimmy walked into the restaurant and told the hostess how many were in their
party, he glared at Remo. “I’m hungry.”
Sully
caught a glimpse of one of the new waitresses, a redhead, as she walked by with
a plate of hot food. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a natural
beauty, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, not a trace of makeup on her
face. She reminded him of the girls back home—simple, understated, down
to earth.
He
smiled as he gazed at her dreamily. “I’m in love.” He leaned forward and
tugged at the hostess’s sleeve as she started to lead them in the opposite
direction to be seated. He turned on the charm by flashing a wide-toothed
grin, knowing the hostess wouldn’t be able to resist him. “Hey, can we sit in
her section?” He motioned to the beautiful waitress he had been ogling.
The
hostess laughed. “Sure. Lucky for you, she’s got a table open, a rarity these
days. She’s really popular with you rocker types. Her station is always
packed.”
Sully
looked at Jimmy and raised his eyebrows while slugging him in the shoulder.
“We got her table again, man.”
Jimmy
responded with a blank stare. “Are you actually gonna invite her to the show
tonight or are you going to choke again?”
Sully
shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno. Maybe.”
They
were seated and the waitress took their order quickly. The restaurant was
hopping with activity, so she couldn’t be as attentive with them as he would have
liked. A few groupies recognized them immediately and squeezed themselves into
the booth. Sully was sandwiched in between two decent looking groupies who
were feeding him food and doting on him. Talking to that waitress now was the
furthest thing from his mind. He’d just have to wait.
CHAPTER 5
Joe
flung open the front door of his posh, Laurel Canyon home and stared at the
uniformed driver blankly. The man shifted uncomfortably noticing his intensity
and forced a grin. “I’m here to pick up Mr. Joe Arden.”
He
nodded. “That’s me. Hang on.” He walked back into his palatial master
bedroom to collect his suitcase and glared at Janine. She threw on her
fringed, leather jacket and pushed past him angrily. “Fuck off, Joe. You’re
an asshole.”
He
shook his head and snorted. “Right. You were the one I found with another guy
in my bed when I came home an hour ago.”
She
glared at him. “I knew you were out partying all night and were wasted. You
were probably with someone else too.
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