from the bar.
She actually liked the band’s sound and was immediately drawn to the stage.
As she
got closer, she recognized the lead singer and the guitarist. They were
regulars at Café L.A., but there was more to it than that. The lead singer
intrigued her. Mesmerized, she was unable to take her eyes off of him. She
suddenly placed him. He was the guy from Madame Wong’s that gave her that
strange, familiar feeling the night she played the gig with Jeff’s band. All
the pieces of the puzzle started coming together. Something about his voice
tugged at her heartstrings. She felt every note he sang deeply. She certainly
found him attractive, but that wasn’t her sole motivation. His stage presence
got her attention and seized her interest along with his impressive vocal range
and showmanship.
After
the band finished their set, Sully noticed her and motioned for her to come
over to the bar where the band was hanging out. She approached them and used
her charm. Paired with her brilliant smile, she easily garnered their full
attention. It didn’t take much.
Sully
grinned and pointed at her. “I know you. You’re one of the waitresses at Café
L.A.”
Kit
smiled once again. “Yep, busted. That would be me.”
He
flashed a winning smile and extended his hand to shake hers. “I’m Sully Foxx
and you are?”
“Kit
McKenna.” She nodded and wanted to play it cool but failed miserably when she
was unable to wipe the smile off her face.
Sully
had an incredible amount of sex appeal and natural charisma. His long,
layered, brown hair fit in well on the Sunset Strip and complimented his
sparkling, steel blue eyes. He almost looked too pretty to be a rocker with
his exquisite bone structure and perfect nose. His favorable tall stature
paired nicely with his tight, fit, tanned body that easily put the Greek god
Adonis to shame. Kit wondered if he was an actor too or had modeled before and
decided that if he hadn’t, then he should. She could already see him on a
record sleeve or in a full-page spread of Rolling
Stone Magazine .
Despite
his pretty boy looks, he held true to the part of an up and coming frontman in
his torn up, black, sleeveless T-shirt and tight, faded, blue jeans. She instinctually
knew that a lead singer with his apparent vocal talent and his looks would go
far in this business if he were willing to put in the work. If he proved to be
a decent songwriter too, it would be like hitting the trifecta at the
racetrack. She wanted to get to the bottom of this and quickly. She had to
find out if he was her winning lottery ticket incarnate.
Jimmy
nudged Sully for an introduction. He snapped out of his attempts to reel Kit
into his web. “Oh, and this is Jimmy Costa, our lead guitarist.” Jimmy was
slightly taller than Sully, with long, straight, layered, dark brown hair,
certainly attractive by normal standards, but pale in comparison to Sully’s
presence that was already so magnetic, charismatic, and massive it seemed like
he was selling out arenas.
She
then recalled Joe’s recommendation. This was thee Sully, the one he told her was larger than life. The one he
told her was marked for stardom. She chuckled to herself remembering that when
it came to music, Joe knew more than anyone and he was definitely right about
Sully.
Jimmy
continued. “And these guys are Remo Sanchez, drums, Tony Miller on bass, and
Bryan Donald on keyboard.”
They
all shook hands with Kit. Jimmy maneuvered himself in front of Sully in a
classic cock-blocking maneuver that completely cut him off from continuing his
conversation with Kit. He looked at her and smiled. “We’re Gypsy Tango. So
what did you think?”
She
stared at him for a moment. “Wait, you’re Gypsy Tango?”
He
chuckled. “Heard of us?”
She ignored
him and thought it an interesting coincidence that these were the very guys
Maxine and Joe had told her about. She had forgotten that Sully was associated
with them. It all made sense now. She grinned.
She actually liked the band’s sound and was immediately drawn to the stage.
As she
got closer, she recognized the lead singer and the guitarist. They were
regulars at Café L.A., but there was more to it than that. The lead singer
intrigued her. Mesmerized, she was unable to take her eyes off of him. She
suddenly placed him. He was the guy from Madame Wong’s that gave her that
strange, familiar feeling the night she played the gig with Jeff’s band. All
the pieces of the puzzle started coming together. Something about his voice
tugged at her heartstrings. She felt every note he sang deeply. She certainly
found him attractive, but that wasn’t her sole motivation. His stage presence
got her attention and seized her interest along with his impressive vocal range
and showmanship.
After
the band finished their set, Sully noticed her and motioned for her to come
over to the bar where the band was hanging out. She approached them and used
her charm. Paired with her brilliant smile, she easily garnered their full
attention. It didn’t take much.
Sully
grinned and pointed at her. “I know you. You’re one of the waitresses at Café
L.A.”
Kit
smiled once again. “Yep, busted. That would be me.”
He
flashed a winning smile and extended his hand to shake hers. “I’m Sully Foxx
and you are?”
“Kit
McKenna.” She nodded and wanted to play it cool but failed miserably when she
was unable to wipe the smile off her face.
Sully
had an incredible amount of sex appeal and natural charisma. His long,
layered, brown hair fit in well on the Sunset Strip and complimented his
sparkling, steel blue eyes. He almost looked too pretty to be a rocker with
his exquisite bone structure and perfect nose. His favorable tall stature
paired nicely with his tight, fit, tanned body that easily put the Greek god
Adonis to shame. Kit wondered if he was an actor too or had modeled before and
decided that if he hadn’t, then he should. She could already see him on a
record sleeve or in a full-page spread of Rolling
Stone Magazine .
Despite
his pretty boy looks, he held true to the part of an up and coming frontman in
his torn up, black, sleeveless T-shirt and tight, faded, blue jeans. She instinctually
knew that a lead singer with his apparent vocal talent and his looks would go
far in this business if he were willing to put in the work. If he proved to be
a decent songwriter too, it would be like hitting the trifecta at the
racetrack. She wanted to get to the bottom of this and quickly. She had to
find out if he was her winning lottery ticket incarnate.
Jimmy
nudged Sully for an introduction. He snapped out of his attempts to reel Kit
into his web. “Oh, and this is Jimmy Costa, our lead guitarist.” Jimmy was
slightly taller than Sully, with long, straight, layered, dark brown hair,
certainly attractive by normal standards, but pale in comparison to Sully’s
presence that was already so magnetic, charismatic, and massive it seemed like
he was selling out arenas.
She
then recalled Joe’s recommendation. This was thee Sully, the one he told her was larger than life. The one he
told her was marked for stardom. She chuckled to herself remembering that when
it came to music, Joe knew more than anyone and he was definitely right about
Sully.
Jimmy
continued. “And these guys are Remo Sanchez, drums, Tony Miller on bass, and
Bryan Donald on keyboard.”
They
all shook hands with Kit. Jimmy maneuvered himself in front of Sully in a
classic cock-blocking maneuver that completely cut him off from continuing his
conversation with Kit. He looked at her and smiled. “We’re Gypsy Tango. So
what did you think?”
She
stared at him for a moment. “Wait, you’re Gypsy Tango?”
He
chuckled. “Heard of us?”
She ignored
him and thought it an interesting coincidence that these were the very guys
Maxine and Joe had told her about. She had forgotten that Sully was associated
with them. It all made sense now. She grinned.
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