by Ty Langston
Who doesn’t love watching a rock star onstage? The way they seduce an audience as if they were their mistress is a feat very few can do with longevity. Cass St. Marie is one of those few.
Women threw themselves at him daily, but it was her that was a constant on her mind. When she stumbles upon his secret, will it repel her or pull her closer to him?
By the time she arrived at Star 80, the band had already made its way to the stage. The club, frequently used as a showcase for rising talents on the brink of stardom, was in its previous life a large storage unit for old steam pipes. It was dark, industrial looking, with gray and steel hues, that when the stage lights hit, brought out an old blue-collar attitude that attracted a heavy rock set.
She scanned the room - tonight’s crowd was a blend of everything from A&R men well-dressed in Gucci’s latest to the young rock girls with their mothers wearing blue jeans and even tighter black t-shirts that simply said the band’s name in bold cursive across their chest. Since this was an invitation only event, she could imagine the normal crowd would be a lot crazier.
Harper sat at the bar and pulled out her pad and pen from her purse. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked while he glanced at her notebook.
“Diet soda.” she replied. The bartender nodded and proceeded to get a frosted glass from the chiller underneath the bar, before he poured the cola, he tapped her on the shoulder. “I take it you’re here for the band?” he asked.
She smiled politely, before she replied. “Yes, I am. I’m doing a feature on them for the Wakefield Post.”
The bartender was a middle-aged man with a face well-weathered beyond his young years. “Funny, I never saw you here before.” he told her as he began to pour her drink.
Harper wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. She wanted to watch the performance, interview the band, talk to them about Darien, go home and go to bed. “I’ve been here before.” She said with an abrupt tone, while she began to study her notes. She had hoped if she did that, he’d get the message to leave her alone.
Placing her soda on the counter, the bartender said. “Really? I’ve been here for years and never saw you once.”
His hot glare nearly made her vomit. All of a sudden, she felt dirty. She tried hard to concentrate at the tasks in front of her.
Before she looked at the stage, she noticed the bartender continuing to stare at her as if she were a late night snack.
“Well then, I guess you should look harder.” she retorted.
She took out a $10 bill and placed it on the bar. It seemed to do the trick. The bartender went quietly to the register, got her change and placed it besides her glass.
And then it happened…
The lights went down. The crowd that was laughing, talking and mingling with one another was hushed into dead silence; turning their focus onto the front of the stage.
The first few bars of the anthem, ‘Rock me,’ gradually blared its way louder and louder.
And there he stood wearing a pair of black leather pants that hung low on his waist along with a long sleeved black mesh shirt, whose buttons, by most females in the audience, were grateful to have been unbuttoned.
After getting focused on the crowd, his brown eyes locked firm with hers, seemingly burning a hole into her soul. The photograph didn’t do him justice. Everyone was correct, Cass St. Marie was exquisite.
“Good evening.” He told the crowd in a deep, southern drawl that reminded her of the day she first tasted her father’s favorite bourbon. It was sweet, delicious and full of body.
The more she heard, the more she wanted. It was heaven on earth.
He had only said two words and Harper and the rest of the audiences found themselves swooning despite him not singing a single note. His southern drawl and shoulder-length brown locks were enough to put any woman over the edge. His lips curved into a smile and the crowd erupted.
“Guess you’re here to see us play, huh?” he quipped.
The crowd clapped wildly. His southern accent should be banned. It could make the most level headed woman, like herself, want to walk up to him and have her way with him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He said as he glanced over the crowd once more before looking back at her with a wink. With an intensity that rivaled any top international act, Cass held the frenzied crowd in the palm of his hand as he began to sing.
Where the hell have I been? And why haven’t I seen any of these guys around before? This job makes me wonder if I live under a fucking rock. Where he has been all my life?
As a reporter for the Wakefield Post, Harper Erkstine has seen everything. From murders to robberies, all of her recent stories have ended with tragic consequences so great, that she began to question if she made the right career choice for herself.
While all of her friends were dating, or going to clubs, she was winning journalism awards for covering the latest drive-by shooting or a home invasion that cost someone she knew, their lives.
She loved her job, it was rewarding to be a crime solver and get to the truth of the matter. As much as she loved her job, but the hours of a Metro beat reporter began to descend her into burn out mode.
She craved balance. A break, a welcome distraction every now and then. She forgot what it was like to have fun, to take a breath, smell the roses.
Was it wrong to want a great career and to have some kind of a personal life? She couldn’t remember the last time she had a date or danced with someone from the opposite sex.
In the middle of working on a missing person’s story that has rocked her town to the core, Harper decides as a favor to her friend and colleague to do a feature on local an up and coming rock band, called ‘Crave.’
It was a break from her routine, but Harper soon discovers that this band may have ties to the missing person, not only does she question why, but she also finds there is more to this band than just their music.
From that day forward, she never left home without her pen, a notebook, and some kind of music playing in the background. Her love of reading expanded from fantasy into science fiction, and eventually into paranormal romance and erotica.
She enjoys different works from George Martin, Anne McCaffrey, Stephen King, and Jackie Collins. But some of Ty's favorite writers are from the world of TV and film: namely, Tudors creator Michael Hirst, and the late John Hughes.
Ty has a certificate in Broadcast Journalism along with a degree in Business Administration. She is single and enjoys spending time with friends and family.
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