A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,5

Let’s do the snowman song?”

“Frosty?” Abby asked.

“Sure. If that’s his name.”

“Stop,” she said. “You’re joking, right?”

“Of course I am,” I said.

She started strumming her guitar.

I played the harmony part for a little bit.

Slowly, we bopped our heads side to side, laughing, forgetting to sing.

I stopped playing when I saw Reed standing just outside the vocal booth.

He opened the door. “Don’t stop playing. This is fantastic to listen to.”

“You can hear us?” I asked.

“You’re in the vocal booth,” Reed said.

“Shit,” I said.

I hurried to stand up.

I saw Nash and Dex looking at me too.

“Leave her alone,” Abby said. “It was my idea. We were playing and drinking a little. We can be rock stars too.”

“Nobody is pissed,” Reed said.

Reed helped Abby up.

He put his arm around her and pointed at me. “You’re really good, Lita.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ve got more talent than needed for this shit.”

“Don’t tell me to go out on my own and do a show or start a band,” I said.

“You have attitude too,” Reed said.

“I love her attitude,” Abby said. “She knows the only way to handle rock stars is to stand up to them.”

“That tells me she has experience with rock stars,” Reed said.

“How about a pretend rock star?” I offered.

“Damn,” Reed said.

“What’s the plan for the day now?” Abby asked Reed.

“Not sure. Some dude just went crazy and threw a guitar through a window. Jay and Sab went to check it out.”

“Wow,” I said. “Now that’s attitude.”

“That it is,” Reed said.

Reed started to walk with Abby. Abby grabbed for my hand.

Next thing I knew I was in the main part of the studio with the band’s instruments.

I kind of just lingered around, taking it all in.

I heard loud voices, which sounded more like cheering.

I looked to see what was going on.

At first, I didn’t see anything.

Then I heard a voice say, “Let me show you what you’re going to be working with…”

Jay and Sab appeared first.

My jaw dropped when I saw who was following them.

It was Shane.

Shane pointed at me. “You. The stressed-out chick.”

“You,” I said, pointing at him. “The smoking asshole.”

“You two know each other?” Jay asked.

“She tried to break my shoulder with a door,” Shane said.

“Fuck off,” I snapped.

“And she’s got an attitude problem,” Shane added.

“I just got done telling her that too,” Reed said as he entered the room.

In a matter of two seconds, the entire band - plus Shane - stood in my way.

“Tell me you’re the guy who threw a guitar through a window,” I said to Shane.

“News travels fast,” he said.

“The guy running the board texted me,” Jay said. “Badass move. Come check out the guitars. Then grab one. See how it feels.”

I had no idea what the hell was going on.

Nash stepped up to me. “You can take off today, Lita. We’re good. You’ll get the whole day’s pay. Abby said you two were drinking. If you need a ride home, let me know. I can arrange for it.”

“I’ll give her a ride home,” Shane said. “I’m not staying long.”

“What the fuck?” Dex asked. “I’m against bringing in another guitarist. But if you have the sound… I’ll let it happen. Anyone crazy enough to go after that pencil dick, Jerry, deserves a shot here.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “I can get a ride home. I’ll figure it out.”

I slipped around Nash and walked out of the studio.

A few seconds later I heard the sound of a guitar.

I paused but didn’t look back.

I just listened.

Of course… Shane sounded good. Really good.

After hitting a few open chords, he went into a guitar solo that tore through the speakers and blasted out into the hallway. It was smooth and natural for him. The starts and stops. The bends. Tapping on the neck.

I shook my head.

They were going to hire him.

He was cocky and crazy, which fit right in with Filthy Line.

That meant we were going to be in studio together.

Just fucking great.

I paced outside for a little while.

The one time I needed Maggie to answer her phone and she wasn’t.

I really didn’t feel like paying for a ride either.

But there wasn’t much of a choice, was there?

I had gotten a ride to the studio from Maggie with the intention she was going to pick me up.

As I started to arrange for a ride through my phone, I heard the door to the building slam shut.

When I saw Shane, I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll get you home, beauty,” he called out.

“I got a ride,” I said as I wiggled my phone in my hand.

“No, you don’t,” he