time to make it big in the music industry. I make sure we stay on top of the trends and work to come up with ways to stay successful.” Peter nodded in agreement. Garrett was annoying, yet effective.
“You are a group of talented young men, mature beyond your age.” She directed her comments straight to Garrett. He gave her a sly smile.
It was impossible not to mature quickly when you carried a multi-milion dolar business on your back. The livelihood of dozens of people relied on their success. If a CD or tour flopped, their team would be out of work. They worked day and night to stay on top.
“We opened our email up to Jamieson fans to ask some questions. Here’s what some of your fans want to know,” Andrea said. “Who is bossiest?”
“Garrett!” Adam and Peter said at the same time.
“Hey, someone’s gotta tel you what to do,” Garrett said.
“Who has the most girlfriends?” she asked with interest.
“Garrett!” They answered again. Garrett shrugged his shoulders. He enjoyed the perks of playing in a band. Andrea smiled like a satisfied feline.
“Who is the morning person?”
“Adam,” Garrett answered. “He likes to take pictures of the sunrise.”
“Who in the group is a night owl?”
“Peter,” Garrett and Adam said.
“No I’m not,” Peter said.
“Dude, you’re always up late writing. We can hear you,” Adam said.
“Who is the leader of the group?”
“Peter,” the other two said in unison.
Peter wasn’t sure why that was. Taking the lead on stage seemed as natural as breathing. He felt connected to the crowd. His brothers were often awkward and stilted. Garrett made up for it by hitting on the girls and Adam was the grinning puppy they al loved.
“Who is the goof off?”
“Are you kidding? It’s al Adam,” Peter answered.
Adam shrugged, never a care in the world.
“Okay, who is the shyest?”
Garrett and Adam looked straight at Peter. No words necessary.
“Realy, now that surprises me,” Andrea said. “You write the music, and lead the band, yet you’re the shy one?”
“I don’t know that I’m shy, but I keep to myself more than Garrett and Adam. They’re more outgoing. I like to spend time alone.”
“Aw, the brooding artist. No wonder your music is so successful.” she responded. “I think I know the answer to this next one. Who is the biggest ladies man?”
“Garrett,” Peter and Adam laughed.
Garrett raised an eyebrow suggestively at Andrea. She fanned herself with her papers.
“This last one is for each of you. What is your idea of the perfect girl?”
“I’d say it’s a girl who makes me laugh,” Adam smiled.
The camera moved to Peter.
“I’d like someone who is interested in me and not al the other crazy parts that come with success,” Peter said.
“I’m looking for a beautiful girl who wants to get out and party,” Garrett looked at her pointedly.
The camera refocused on Andrea. “There you have it girls.
Now you know what it takes to attract one of these charming young men. Thank you for your time guys and have a great concert tonight. It’s sold out, but I’m one of the lucky ones who hold a backstage pass.” She looked at Garrett with silent meaning.
Peter was happy to see the interview end before Garrett embarrassed them al. The guy couldn’t keep it on the down low.
He bet Libby would never act like the reporter.
Chapter 3
A few days later Libby sat on a giant outcropping of rock that reached out over the rushing creek. The warm September breeze blew gently through the trees and swept a leaf into the water below.
Her eyes folowed its progress. As it floated along, she pondered the events of the past week. Miss Orman had tried to cheer her up after Libby couldn’t support her story about Peter. It al seemed unreal. If she hadn’t experienced it herself, she wouldn’t believe it either. Famous people didn’t just appear out of nowhere, especialy not in Rockvile.
But Peter had appeared. And she did spend time with him.
He was beautiful and perfect and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so happy. The best part was that he didn’t know about her life or that she lived with crazy Aunt Marge. Peter didn’t know that her dad’s grief was so strong, he brought Libby to Wisconsin and left her to live at his sister-in-law’s house before driving off into the depths of depression.
The sound of wind rushing through the trees increased. It sounded like the roar of the nearby highway. Libby lay on the large stone slab, her back warmed by the