A Song for Lucy: A Rock Star BBW Romance Short Read Online Free Page B
Author: Clare Cole
ambitious?"
We couldn't stop smiling at each other. "Confidently ambitious. I like that. I can identify with it."
We made our way over to a leather sofa on the far side of the studio. Rick slipped off his jacket to reveal a tight, dark grey top that hugged at his muscular frame. I felt that weakness in my legs again, that churning in my stomach that only comes from being devastatingly attracted to someone. Keep it together, Amy. You still have an interview to do.
"Where's your publicist?" I asked. "There's normally at least one person here to tell me what I can and can't ask."
He shook his head. "Not for me. I've never been one for big entourages. Or small ones for that matter. You can ask me anything, Amy. I'm an open book."
I set my recorder down on a low glass coffee table. "Okay, are Beautiful Losers splitting up?"
"Shit, you don't mess about. No, we are not. Why would you ask?"
"Well, the rumours have been flying for a while now and you're here to start the buzz about your solo project. Isn't that the first sign of tension in a band?"
He sighed. "Sometimes, you just have to do your own thing. Beautiful Losers has always been dear to me and always will be. I'm the main songwriter, after all. But sometimes you need a break from sixty-thousand- seater stadiums. This album allows me to do something a little bit more intimate, stripped back. It's full of songs that simply wouldn't fit on one of the band's albums."
"Are you hoping people see a different side of you? The one who isn't stepping off private jets, attending fashion shows and hanging out with supermodels?"
He smiled and looked around, pretending there was someone else in the room. "Who, me? I am I that person? Yeah, I guess so. Plus, I'm older now. I turned thirty just over two months ago and you start to grow out of all of that shit."
I relaxed back into the sofa, crossing my legs. This didn't feel like an interview. It felt like a conversation – a confessional, almost. "What is it you've grown out of? Are there any things you've regretted?"
"No," Rick smiled, shaking his head and flicking dust off his black jeans. "Being in a band is like a microcosm of life. You get to travel the world, meet some incredible people, hang out in some amazing places. You get to go wild, absolutely ridiculously crazy at times, and live this exhausting dream. But the industry is full of assholes too, some real scumbags who you wouldn't piss on if they were on fire. The tricky bit is navigating between the good and the bad at such a young age and coming out of it unscathed. I've done more in ten years than most people will ever do in one. When you live at that pace, you have to slow down eventually. That's where I am now, with this album. I'm in a different frame of mind, both philosophically and intellectually."
I paused for a moment. "Great answer."
"I know," he grinned. "Want some more?"
"Yes please," I giggled.
"Okay, on one condition. You let me take you out to dinner tonight. There's a restaurant near my hotel that I've been going to for a few years. The owner will give us a nice, private table in the back where you can discover my deepest, darkest secrets. How does that sound?"
I bit my lip. Was he asking me out? On a date? "Umm…"
He leaned forward. "Don't think about it too long. You'll hurt my feelings, you know."
I felt my face break out into the widest smile and the word I wanted to say simply fell from my lips without any further thought. "Yes."
"Okay, you won't regret it. The food is wonderful. And if you start to hate my company, the head chef is a fairly good-looking dude. You're just his type, he'd love you."
I closed my eyes and placed my hand over my mouth, trying to disguise my laughter. "We haven't even been out yet and already you’re setting me up with someone else."
“Well, I hope that isn’t necessary. I’d like you all to myself. All I have to do now is use my inimitable charm and freakish powers of persuasion to get you to like
We couldn't stop smiling at each other. "Confidently ambitious. I like that. I can identify with it."
We made our way over to a leather sofa on the far side of the studio. Rick slipped off his jacket to reveal a tight, dark grey top that hugged at his muscular frame. I felt that weakness in my legs again, that churning in my stomach that only comes from being devastatingly attracted to someone. Keep it together, Amy. You still have an interview to do.
"Where's your publicist?" I asked. "There's normally at least one person here to tell me what I can and can't ask."
He shook his head. "Not for me. I've never been one for big entourages. Or small ones for that matter. You can ask me anything, Amy. I'm an open book."
I set my recorder down on a low glass coffee table. "Okay, are Beautiful Losers splitting up?"
"Shit, you don't mess about. No, we are not. Why would you ask?"
"Well, the rumours have been flying for a while now and you're here to start the buzz about your solo project. Isn't that the first sign of tension in a band?"
He sighed. "Sometimes, you just have to do your own thing. Beautiful Losers has always been dear to me and always will be. I'm the main songwriter, after all. But sometimes you need a break from sixty-thousand- seater stadiums. This album allows me to do something a little bit more intimate, stripped back. It's full of songs that simply wouldn't fit on one of the band's albums."
"Are you hoping people see a different side of you? The one who isn't stepping off private jets, attending fashion shows and hanging out with supermodels?"
He smiled and looked around, pretending there was someone else in the room. "Who, me? I am I that person? Yeah, I guess so. Plus, I'm older now. I turned thirty just over two months ago and you start to grow out of all of that shit."
I relaxed back into the sofa, crossing my legs. This didn't feel like an interview. It felt like a conversation – a confessional, almost. "What is it you've grown out of? Are there any things you've regretted?"
"No," Rick smiled, shaking his head and flicking dust off his black jeans. "Being in a band is like a microcosm of life. You get to travel the world, meet some incredible people, hang out in some amazing places. You get to go wild, absolutely ridiculously crazy at times, and live this exhausting dream. But the industry is full of assholes too, some real scumbags who you wouldn't piss on if they were on fire. The tricky bit is navigating between the good and the bad at such a young age and coming out of it unscathed. I've done more in ten years than most people will ever do in one. When you live at that pace, you have to slow down eventually. That's where I am now, with this album. I'm in a different frame of mind, both philosophically and intellectually."
I paused for a moment. "Great answer."
"I know," he grinned. "Want some more?"
"Yes please," I giggled.
"Okay, on one condition. You let me take you out to dinner tonight. There's a restaurant near my hotel that I've been going to for a few years. The owner will give us a nice, private table in the back where you can discover my deepest, darkest secrets. How does that sound?"
I bit my lip. Was he asking me out? On a date? "Umm…"
He leaned forward. "Don't think about it too long. You'll hurt my feelings, you know."
I felt my face break out into the widest smile and the word I wanted to say simply fell from my lips without any further thought. "Yes."
"Okay, you won't regret it. The food is wonderful. And if you start to hate my company, the head chef is a fairly good-looking dude. You're just his type, he'd love you."
I closed my eyes and placed my hand over my mouth, trying to disguise my laughter. "We haven't even been out yet and already you’re setting me up with someone else."
“Well, I hope that isn’t necessary. I’d like you all to myself. All I have to do now is use my inimitable charm and freakish powers of persuasion to get you to like
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