Mischief
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âIâve done it, guys. That music exec has agreed to meet us. Weâre playing for him tomorrow morning, nine-thirty sharp.â
The mumbled replies of âYeahâ and âCoolâ were not the responses Iain had envisaged for all his hard work. Heâd sweated his butt off to get them this break, and it was a big thing. If everything went well tomorrow, and there was no goddamned reason why it shouldnât, then he and the rest of Love Rocket were made. The bigwig from the record label had already seen them perform live, so he knew that they could play and had star potential. Tomorrow would be about working out the details and selling them to the rest of his team. This was a small label, but it would get them out there in front of audiences, bigger audiences than they could muster playing the university scene, and in turn that would hopefully boost them into the spotlight.
Iain realised this wasnât going to make them an overnight success, but it would give them a solid boost up the ladder of superstardom he had pinned to his wardrobe door.
âWhereâs Ash?â he asked, noticing that his lead guitarist was absent. Ash would be totally stoked about this, and unlike the rest of the guys â who, Iain saw as he glanced around the room, were beginning to look expendable â he was essential to this deal. Iain might be the motivating force, but Ash was their primary selling point.
Ashley Ryan had been born to rock. He looked every inch the rock star he was so obviously destined to become: black hair that shrouded his face, a lean physique corded with muscles, and two baby-blue eyes that could magic the panties off chicks from a hundred paces. Their fan base had tripled overnight after the first time he joined them on stage. What made things more interesting was that Ash, beneath the grungy image, was about as clean-cut as you could get. His only stumbling block was his girlfriend, Connie, for whom heâd do anything. Correction, had been prepared to do anything, until she ceremoniously dumped him last week. Thank you, Jesus!
âHeâs not mooning over Connieâs departure again, is he?â
âWhaaâ?â Tom remarked, his eyes never leaving the TV screen, into which his games machine was permanently wired. Guitar Hero he certainly wasnât. âThereâs a letter for you on the corkboard.â
Biting back an expression of despair at Tomâs ineptitude, Iain left the communal lounge and hustled into his study-bedroom. Sure enough, a folded piece of paper with his name scrawled across the front in Ashâs overly swirly handwriting sat pinned in the centre of the board, on top of next monthâs rehearsal schedule. Heart suddenly in his guts, he took it down and opened it.
Sorry mate. I need to get away from here. The whole thing with Connie has knocked me for six. Iâve been talking to some other guys about joining them, and Iâve decided this is the right time to make the jump. Clean break and all. Plus, their soundâs more my scene and theyâve agreed to take it more in my direction. You know that you and I donât quite hit it off in that regard.