Free Rock Star: The Song (Book 1 of a Bad Boy Romance) by Kate Ward Page B

attended. Or who he’d rubbed shoulders with. What others initially saw as a cool opportunity now only shined a light on what they hadn’t been able to achieve.
    It made sense. No one wants to feel less of a person because they don’t have a career that shines the spotlight on them.
    But that hadn’t happened to me. I was still unknown. I didn’t have fans clamoring for an autograph or scaling my backyard fence to try and steal my panties from the clothesline. Hell, for all I knew I would send in the next song I wrote and it would be laughed at. The music world was fickle and so was having high hopes.
    I tossed my bag on the bed, and lay back gazing up at my ceiling, pondering it all.

    * * *
    “ Y eah , I’m making real progress here. Hell, I might even have a few more songs that we can use,” I said to Mia who seemed ecstatic to hear good news after two weeks of me telling her to stop calling.
    “So when can I hear it?”
    “Uh, well, I…” I stumbled over my words. Truth was, today had gone well. But there was no song. It was just the beginning. These things took time. We would need several days together. Sure there were songs that I wrote in the past in under ten minutes. But those were rare, and more often than not, it was an agonizing process of getting an idea here, a hook over there and chewing it over. Where did songs come from? There was no store that sold them. It came by pure grunt work.
    “Chase?”
    “By the end of the week.”
    “Why do I get the feeling you are up to your old tricks again?”
    “Mia. Have I ever let you down?”
    “Yes, countless times, especially in bed.”
    “Ooh, that was below the belt.”
    “Just keeping it real.”
    When I got off the phone, I could feel a weight push down on my shoulders. The same one that had been there until earlier that day. For a short while, she made me forget about the pressing need to deliver. Meghan’s approach to writing was simple. The way it should be. The way it used to be before I got wrapped up in the circus of meeting deadlines.
    She waited for a tune to come into her head. She’d hum it into her iPhone and then play it back until words started to flow. It was neat. I was used to mostly grabbing a guitar or moving to the piano. But more often than not that broke the magic of what was being heard.
    A wrong note hit, the wrong key and you could find yourself giving up and forgetting the original melody.
    I decided to pour myself a drink. I kind of wished she had stuck around. Being with her all day, only made me want to know her more. She didn’t run off at the mouth like some women I’d dated had. She wasn’t quiet, shy of saying what she liked or didn’t like. There was a balance, an almost hidden strength in her that was attractive.
    Taking a deep pull on my drink, I thought about her body. It was hard not to think about her body. Her painted toes on her perfectly shaped feet. Those long legs, that led up to an ass that I needed to squeeze badly. Her curvy hips, and delicate but plump breasts.
    I exhaled hard. Get a hold of yourself. You can’t get involved. It wouldn’t work.
    And anyway, I was leaving at the end of this week. Who knows what Mia had in store? For all I knew I could be halfway around the world. Or knee-deep in the studio, recording the next album. That meant months of time away from regular life.
    I grabbed up my guitar, and went over a chord progression that I had been playing around with using some of the lines that Meghan had written. Every time I played it I could hear her voice in my head.
    As I was sitting there strumming away, there was a knock at the door.
    I jumped up and went over fully expecting to find Meghan. No doubt she was back. Changed her mind and was probably up for a good romp. They all came around eventually. A little bit of time together, a taste of lips and an act of good gesture worked even with the most stubborn.
    I swung the door open and was about to deliver another one-liner, when I