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hand to his ball cap, as he lifted it off he shook his head and long strawberry blonde hair fell out, drifting down around the face they had thought was that of a pretty boy.
    Jay Gallado was a girl!  A very gorgeous girl, but still a girl.  A girl that was pissed off.
    “Papa Luis explain, now!”  A sultry voice snapped out.
    Holy shit, not a girl, a woman!   Trace snapped a look at his band mates before turning to watch what was happening between their manager and the woman.
    Before she got an explanation she got a hug, a long hug which was interrupted by Diego Delgado who grabbed her, lifted her and kissed her on both cheeks then softly on her mouth!  Holy shit!
    “Put me down you Neanderthal ass!”  She snapped with a playful grimace.
    “Hello baby!”  He laughed at her angry face and handed her back to his dad.
    “Jay let me introduce you to the band.”  Luis interrupted before Jade could punch Diego as it was obvious she wanted to.
    Luis led her towards the four guys who stood watching with wide eyes.  He introduced them as she shook hands.
    “This is Trace Hanover, Joe Givens, RJ de Nobrega and last but not least Jimmy Sanders.”  He grinned at the guys.  “And this gentlemen is Jay Gallado, the stand-in I think could help us get through the next six weeks with the least amount of fuss.”
    RJ was the first to speak.  “We won’t know that until we’ve played together.”  He said with a very superior look in his eyes.  “We don’t have a resumé for you Jay.  Could you fill us in on the bands you’ve been playing with?”
    Blue eyes filled with scorn slid over them as she started to list the A-list rock stars!  Jesus she had played with everyone!  Even Killing Fields!  Old and new!
    “Can we cut this shit and play?  If we don’t work out I have other commitments I have to get back to.  I left them hanging to be here.”  Jay Gallado snarled at them.
    Trace nodded at RJ and the band took up their positions.  Givens turning into a statue gave them the heads up.  Jay Gallado stood next to a chair and proceeded to remove her heavy biker boots, pulled the big long sleeved tee over her head, undid her pants and slid them off.  She stood there in a tight white racer back tank with a black bra that looked unlike any bra Trace had ever seen and tight knee length black shorts, then she pulled her long strawberry blonde hair up into a high pony tail.  Her body was toned and muscled, but not overly so, she had an ass to die for!  On her left arm she had an almost full sleeve tattoo consisting of flowers and twining ivy set in lace work and filigree.  Folding her clothes neatly she placed them on the chair then pulled a fine chain with something attached over her head, kissed whatever was attached and handed it to her bodyguard who put it in his pocket.  Slipping soft shoes onto her feet, she pulled sticks out of her bag and did some stretches before she walked to the drum kit.  The stretches made all of them heat up and pant like damn dogs.
    “Has it been set up for me Papa Luis?”  That sultry voice asked as she tapped the cymbals with her head tipped to the side.
    “Yeah baby girl, it’s ready for you.”  He murmured.
    Good God!  A soft voiced Luis Delgado!  Who knew such a man existed!  What was this girl to him?  And why did she call him Papa?
    “Give me a minute to loosen up please guys.”  She said as she sat down and proceeded to run through standard drumming exercises.  Okay she could play, but could she play their stuff?
    Then she proceeded to blow them away.
    Instead of playing the three songs they’d judged to be the most difficult in their repertoire they played six.  Every one of them Jay Gallado played with absolute confidence, giving them Richie’s drive and more.  She was the best they had ever played with and was an unknown to all of them!  How was it possible they had never heard of Jay Gallado?
    As the last strains of the song faded away Trace