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better to do but sit around and wait for your ass.”
    Maddox is only half-joking. He had a thing for Skyler and was pissed as hell when she and I began hooking up. He’s going to hit the fucking roof when he finds out I knocked her up.
    If I knocked her up.
    “Did you see the new singer?” Kyle asks, as he tunes his bass.
    I shrug. I only saw her from the back, and I really don’t care who they put in to replace Skyler. I’ve got enough shit to deal with right now. All I care about is that the chick learns our music and sings it well.
    “She is hot!” Kyle exclaims.
    “Yeah, she is hot, cuz,” Jacie chimes in. Jacie, our drummer, also happens to be my cousin. We grew up playing music together, and we were always considered the outcasts of our family. I could never live up to my older brother and sister, and Jacie could never live up to her big sister. Jacie is a knockout, from a purely objective standpoint. She’s got a killer body, and knows how to dress it, and her dark hair always has some funky colored streaks in it. Like right now, she has hot pink streaks, and it works for her.
    The funny thing is that Jacie is a lesbian. Guys go ape shit over her because she’s a hot-ass girl playing the drums, but Jacie is only interested in the ladies, and she gives the rest of us guys a run for our money. Somehow she always manages to pick up the super hot girls who are into experimenting.
    Lucky bitch.
    “Alright! Alright!” Mark calls out. Everyone quiets down and turns towards him. I sneak to the back of the room to get myself some water before we begin. I’m sure whatever Mark has to say doesn’t concern me.
    I hear him introduce the new girl, Carey or something, and he tells everyone how great Amber is to be helping. Amber is a fucking kiss-ass so I’m sure she loves the attention.
    Once everyone takes their places to start rehearsing some of our numbers, I make my way to the front to join the band.
    “You could at least act like you’re interested,” Jacie hisses.
    I give her a small grin. “Why? All I need to do is stand here and sing my shit.”
    “Unbelievable,” she says, shaking her head.
    My head still feels a bit heavy from the scotch, but I’ve performed in way worse conditions before, so I know I’ll be fine.
    We start off with one of our new songs, Nothing Left , and we’re interrupted throughout as Kai, our director, starts giving us notes, and calling out to the assistants who are taking notes for lights and other special effects.
    We work like that for about two hours, stopping and starting songs, until Mark calls out a fifteen-minute break.
    I haven’t smoked in almost a year, but something about the stress with Skyler today has me craving a smoke. I head downstairs and leave the building in search of a pack of cigarettes. I find some in a cramped newsstand, and light up and take a deep drag as I slowly make my way back to the building.
    I feel the smoke fill my lungs, and I exhale slowly, letting the smoke leak out of my mouth and drift up into the warm night air. I notice a young woman standing outside the building, her phone pushed to her ear, in what appears to be a heated conversation.
    As I move closer, I notice that she is hot in that good-girl kind of way. She has long light brown hair that hangs down her back in soft waves, and bright innocent blue eyes, though her face is twisted into one of distress. She’s dressed in tight jeans and a black shirt that can’t hide her ample cleavage. She has the kind of chest that you just want to bury your face in and motorboat.
    I realize, wryly, that she’s probably the type of girl that my parents would just love.
    She catches my eye and I know that she recognizes me. Then she turns her back to me.
    What the hell?
    I edge closer, smoking my cigarette, and listen in to her conversation. I’m going to have to stand outside while I smoke, so I might as well have some entertainment. And I’ve never had someone recognize me, and then turn