Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(19)

I am not in it for the fame. I just want to know what it would be like to play in front of a crowd.

“I will enjoy it. At least when I’m at the retirement home when I’m old and wrinkly I can say I played in a well-known band.”

“That’s the spirit. Now come on, let’s go get a milkshake to celebrate. I fancy one with whipped cream on top.” She rubs her stomach with a dreamy look in her eye.

“Someone say whipped cream?” Troy stands between us, putting his arms over my and Naomi’s shoulders. “I do like whipped cream.” He winks at Naomi and I swear I can hear her swooning from here. “So, kiddo, sorry for the flirting. Why didn’t you tell me you could play?”

I shrug. “There was never a point to say.” Which is true. It’s not like they would have asked me to join them.

“Can you do anything else?”

I pause for a moment.

“She can sing, dance, and play the piano,” Naomi says in a cheery tone.

“Is that right?” He looks at me then back at her. “You are her best friend?”

If Naomi’s smile could get any bigger her face would break.

“I am. I’m the one who made her audition.”

He steps back.

“Well, I am glad you did.” He gives her his signature smile then looks at me. “You did great, kiddo. I look forward to playing with you. No pun intended.” He starts walking off. “Enjoy the whipped cream, Naomi,” he says before turning and heading where Sam and Nate is. I look at Nate and the smile on my face falls when I notice him watching me.

How long has he been watching me for? He breaks the spell first by walking out the door.

“Troy is so hot and he was so hitting on me. It is about time he noticed all this hotness.” She glides her hand up and down her body.

“You do know he is a player, remember? A dawg,” I remind her.

“So? If I can have one night beneath the sheets with him, I can die happy.” She looks up at the ceiling. “I bet he would make me scream.”

Okay, that’s too much information.

“Thanks for sharing that scary image.” I link my arm with hers.

“Oh, come on, you know if it were Nate you would let him fuck you anytime, anywhere.”

I blush just thinking of him even kissing me. “That look on your face says it all. You never know, he may start to see you differently now that he’s going to see how sexy you are with a guitar in your hands.” I start laughing.

“Thank God you said guitar and not something else.” We both start laughing. “Besides, he sees me like I’m a nobody. He wouldn’t think of me as anything else. Plus, have you seen the girls he shacks up with? They are like model gorgeous.” I sigh. “And I’m sure he’s pining over my sister.” I groan.

How can I compete with my older sister who screams sex?

“Don’t remind me. I still don’t know what he sees in her. I need a milkshake more than ever, now that you depressed me.” I chuckle. “At least we have our dreams because tonight I am going to dream up something very dirty that would make the whore blush.” She waggles her eyebrows at me.

“Again, too much information.” We both laugh, heading out of the building. Before we leave I look back just once, looking at the stage.

I am going to get to play.

I just hope my mom and dad are looking down at me right now.





A few hours with Naomi celebrating me getting in the band was what I needed. I still feel like I’m dreaming and I’m going to wake up any second. I’m on cloud nine until I walk through the front doors and see Tegan standing there glaring at me.

My happy mood vanishes.

I walk past her, heading up to my room, but I hear her walking close behind me.

“We need to talk,” she says, but I don’t say a word. I just continue walking until I reach my room and sit on my bed, waiting for her to tell me once again I shouldn’t be in the band.

“Tegan, I don’t want you to think I am doing this to hurt you. Can’t you see what an amazing opportunity this is? I am only in the band until your hand gets better.” I plead with her to drop this.

“I don’t think you know what you are getting yourself into. You see how stressed I get. You will need to learn all the songs as you know Nate doesn’t like playing the same ones at each concert.”

“I know all the songs, Teegs. I grew up with you and the band. I watched every concert, every practice. I know I can do this.” I see her right eye pulse, so I know she is trying to hold back on her anger.

“Just quit, Blair. I have looked after you, cared for you since our parents passed away and this is how you repay me? By stabbing me in the back?”

Where is this coming from?

“I am the one who has been looking after us.” I stand up, tears burning my eyes. “I am the one who cleaned our childhood home. I made sure I filled the cupboards with food. I worked part-time to keep money coming in as you and the band rehearsed and went to gigs. Even now I am still cleaning up after you and the band,” I say, frustrated.

“I paid for your college.” She throws in my face.

“Why do you think I’m your PA? Do you think I even get paid?”

She pauses thinking it over.