Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,58
to watch every video of her on YouTube. Some were filmed by people in the audience at a number of their small bar shows. I also find videos of last night’s performance, interviews they’ve done over the years, and then the video that has me sitting on the edge of my seat. It was recently posted by some entertainment news channel. At first, the news anchor starts talking about the band, their rising popularity, and how they’re about to go on tour and release their album. Then the focus shifts to the individual band members.
Luna’s the first one profiled since she’s the lead vocalist. It tells her life story: growing up in a music store, working to pay for her first guitar, and all the things she did in school: band, plays, and dance. It flashes to the current day, with the anchor saying that while Luna claims she’s single, they’re not convinced that’s the truth. The screen flashes to the picture of us that was taken the other day. She’s in my arms and we’re kissing, looking completely in love. Then it cuts back to the anchor and he goes on to reveal my name and the fact that I’m the band’s lawyer. He also insinuates that we haven’t been honest about the status of our relationship.
I copy the video link and send it to Luna, wanting to make sure she sees it now so she’s prepared if Van or anyone else confronts her.
I lie back down and finish the video, learning more about Van, Ridge, and Lane. I also learn more details about the tour—things Luna hasn’t even told me yet. I’ve started to notice how she doesn’t like to talk about her music or the tour when I’m around—like it’s just another reminder that she’ll have to leave me soon. Every time I think about it, a pit opens in my stomach. It feels large enough to swallow me whole from the inside out. I hate that what we have—something so raw and special and rare—has to end. Why’d we have to meet to begin with?
My phone chimes and I pick it up to see her reply: fucking great.
I chuckle and drop the phone, laying my head back down to stare up at the ceiling. I’m drifting in and out of sleep when I hear my phone go off again. I crack open one eye and read a message from a buddy I haven’t seen in a while. It reads, Back in town. Let’s grab dinner and drinks.
I swipe the screen upward and reply: Sounds good. Where at?
Chad replies: Melvin’s. Where else? 7:30 p.m. work for you?
I send him a thumbs-up and crash back out.
It’s going on 8 p.m. when I make it to the bar and grill. I walk in, still partially asleep from my nap, and find him sitting in a booth in the back. I walk in his direction and sit across from him.
He smiles wide. “Hey, man. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it.”
I rub the sleep from my eyes. “Sorry, been keeping crazy hours lately. I crashed.”
“Crazy hours, huh?” he says with a smirk while he picks up his beer to take a drink. “Who’s the chick?”
I can’t hold back my grin. “She’s just some girl in a band. It’s not a big deal and we’re not really in a relationship or anything. Just fucking around when we can.”
“Nice! Is she hot? You got a picture?”
I hold up my index finger while I retrieve something on my phone. “I’ve got something better than a picture,” I say, playing the music video on my screen and flipping it around for him to see.
“What? No way!” He takes my phone to get a better look. “You? You’re screwing this rocker chick?” He shakes his head. “Nope, ain’t buying it.”
I reach out and take the phone back, sliding it into my pocket. “Good thing I ain’t trying to sell it then.”
He laughs. “That’s crazy! How’d you even meet her? Is she, like, famous or something?”
“I went into a music store to buy a guitar for my niece. Luna owns the store. And she’s not exactly famous yet, but she will be. Her band just signed with a record label and they’re leaving soon for their first tour. Well, more accurately, they’re going to be an opening band on someone else’s tour. Then after they drop their album, they’re going on their own big tour.”