Romance: Rockstar Romance: Rock My World (A Bad Boy Rock Star and a College Girl Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Second Chance Romance) Read Online Free Page A
I just met, and she’ll be singing one of her pieces a bit later on.”
I got a lot of smiles and waves, I returned in kind. While he said they might be fake; I couldn’t tell what he meant. Before he could even say hello to the group, the doorbell rang again.
Another large group of people stepped off and the introductions began anew. It continued like this for another half hour, and by then the apartment was packed. Despite the kind introduction, nobody really had much interest in talking to the new girl. I was marginalized.
I took some of the snacks from the tray that was laid out for the guests and excused myself to the balcony. It was mostly empty save for a few smokers enjoying a cigarette. The night was exceptionally cool. Enough so that I was glad I wore my jacket.
“Did you hear about Ray and the label? Sounds like we won’t have to come here again,” said one flamboyantly dressed man to another.
“I know. You’d think a hit single would be easy. It’s like he’s not even trying. Well, you know how things like this go. If he can’t sell records, he’s not worth much,” replied the other man.
“It’s too bad about his Ex. He’s been using that as an excuse for far too long.”
“Ugh, I know. It’s already been a year. Just get over it.”
It was when they were talking that I realized something was off about his apartment. It was all over the tabloids a couple years ago that he was dating a certain model, and that she was the influence for his second album. I couldn’t remember her name, but all the sudden the two of them had split up. I made a mental note to ask him when I talked to him again.
I leaned over the balcony. We were much higher up than I thought. Looking down gave me vertigo. I gazed out into the soft light of the city. It seemed Ray, and I had one thing in common, we both liked good views of the city.
My own apartment, while it was small, sat on a hill and looked out at the city. I would sometimes prop a chair up beside the window and stare. I wondered how many people were doing the same thing as me right now; seeing the spectacular lights fill the night sky.
A tap on my shoulder startled me.
“Hey, are you ready to play some music?” Ray asked.
I choked down the cheese that was in my mouth and nodded.
“I’m surprised you’re not inside mingling with all the people.”
“They didn’t seem too interested in talking,” I replied.
“Did you try?” he asked.
I shook my head no, and he scoffed.
“In this industry, if you’re not putting yourself out there, you’re going to fail. I bet after you play a couple songs, they’ll be all over you. Come on,” he said, taking me by the arm.
I followed his lead inside, and he plopped me down by his fireplace and thrust a guitar into my hands.
“Hey everyone, Lauren here is going to perform a couple songs for you tonight. You’re about to hear the music that’ll be all over the radio in a couple weeks,” he shouted.
Conversations ended, and people gathered around me. I started feeling those familiar butterflies again, but Ray was there to support me.
“Just do your best,” he whispered, “and don’t mess up.”
I laughed nervously.
My hand started strumming by itself, and the rest of my joined in. The crowd stayed silent through the few short songs that I sang. I still felt the need to do something a little louder. I thought it would be a good time to try out my new song.
It started slow, but quickly built up, giving off energy that the crowd picked up on. Just as before, they were happily clapping and stomping away with the song. I was excited to see them enjoy it.
When I finished, I received a solid round of applause. I took a deep bow, and Ray met back up with me.
“That was great, even better than last night,” he said.
“Thanks, I think it’s setting in a bit better today,” I replied.
“Lauren, that was
I got a lot of smiles and waves, I returned in kind. While he said they might be fake; I couldn’t tell what he meant. Before he could even say hello to the group, the doorbell rang again.
Another large group of people stepped off and the introductions began anew. It continued like this for another half hour, and by then the apartment was packed. Despite the kind introduction, nobody really had much interest in talking to the new girl. I was marginalized.
I took some of the snacks from the tray that was laid out for the guests and excused myself to the balcony. It was mostly empty save for a few smokers enjoying a cigarette. The night was exceptionally cool. Enough so that I was glad I wore my jacket.
“Did you hear about Ray and the label? Sounds like we won’t have to come here again,” said one flamboyantly dressed man to another.
“I know. You’d think a hit single would be easy. It’s like he’s not even trying. Well, you know how things like this go. If he can’t sell records, he’s not worth much,” replied the other man.
“It’s too bad about his Ex. He’s been using that as an excuse for far too long.”
“Ugh, I know. It’s already been a year. Just get over it.”
It was when they were talking that I realized something was off about his apartment. It was all over the tabloids a couple years ago that he was dating a certain model, and that she was the influence for his second album. I couldn’t remember her name, but all the sudden the two of them had split up. I made a mental note to ask him when I talked to him again.
I leaned over the balcony. We were much higher up than I thought. Looking down gave me vertigo. I gazed out into the soft light of the city. It seemed Ray, and I had one thing in common, we both liked good views of the city.
My own apartment, while it was small, sat on a hill and looked out at the city. I would sometimes prop a chair up beside the window and stare. I wondered how many people were doing the same thing as me right now; seeing the spectacular lights fill the night sky.
A tap on my shoulder startled me.
“Hey, are you ready to play some music?” Ray asked.
I choked down the cheese that was in my mouth and nodded.
“I’m surprised you’re not inside mingling with all the people.”
“They didn’t seem too interested in talking,” I replied.
“Did you try?” he asked.
I shook my head no, and he scoffed.
“In this industry, if you’re not putting yourself out there, you’re going to fail. I bet after you play a couple songs, they’ll be all over you. Come on,” he said, taking me by the arm.
I followed his lead inside, and he plopped me down by his fireplace and thrust a guitar into my hands.
“Hey everyone, Lauren here is going to perform a couple songs for you tonight. You’re about to hear the music that’ll be all over the radio in a couple weeks,” he shouted.
Conversations ended, and people gathered around me. I started feeling those familiar butterflies again, but Ray was there to support me.
“Just do your best,” he whispered, “and don’t mess up.”
I laughed nervously.
My hand started strumming by itself, and the rest of my joined in. The crowd stayed silent through the few short songs that I sang. I still felt the need to do something a little louder. I thought it would be a good time to try out my new song.
It started slow, but quickly built up, giving off energy that the crowd picked up on. Just as before, they were happily clapping and stomping away with the song. I was excited to see them enjoy it.
When I finished, I received a solid round of applause. I took a deep bow, and Ray met back up with me.
“That was great, even better than last night,” he said.
“Thanks, I think it’s setting in a bit better today,” I replied.
“Lauren, that was
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