Blackbird by D. T. Dyllin

Author:D. T. Dyllin [Dyllin, D. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tik Tok Press
Published: 2015-07-25T23:00:00+00:00

Billy pulled the Lincoln around so we could use the back entrance to get in The Stage, the bar on lower Broadway in downtown Nashville where the listening party was being held. The event was private but the bar was located on a very public street. What I liked best about Nashville was that the locals were casual about star sightings. I wouldn’t find any paparazzi or hordes of fans outside waiting for me. Someone might stop and ask me for a picture or autograph, which I was happy to oblige, but I didn’t have to suffer from the overwhelming claustrophobic feelings like when I was somewhere else, L.A. for instance. I hated L.A. I’d once had a paparazzi follow me to the bathroom at an event. I didn’t know what kind of photo she was going for, but the invasion of privacy just wasn’t right.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked Noah just before stepping out of the car.

The corner of his full lips tipped up. “Can’t get my mind off what’s to come later, so yeah, I’m good.”

“’Kay.” I took his hand in mine and tugged him out of the car. I glanced over my shoulder at Noah, and his nerves did in fact seem to be under control. I smiled to myself. It wouldn’t have been a deal breaker for him not to attend public events with me, but I wanted to show him off. Noah James was a catch. I was proud to have him on my arm. I shivered, thinking of getting him naked later. I peeked over my shoulder again, letting my eyes roam over his large muscled body. He filled out his button down and khakis to perfection. I wanted to untuck his shirt and run my hands over the sculpted ridges of his abs down to his—

“My eyes are up here,” Noah said, his smile widening.

“Yeah, well…” I bit my lip and focused on the entrance to The Stage. Two large bouncers were standing at the door, one with a clipboard. Recognition lit in both of their eyes and they stepped aside for us. I didn’t know either of them personally. I used to bartend and perform at The Stage back when I was just making a name for myself, so I was guessing I’d still know some of the staff. Or not. A lot of bars downtown had a high turnover.

The over saturation in Nashville of musicians who want to be heard is unparalleled. Even the most popular bars don’t pay the musicians. All you make is tips, definitely not enough to live off of. It’s all about supply and demand. No one wants to pay for something that people will do for free. Almost everyone you see up on stage in Nashville has a second job. The lucky ones eventually get a record deal, like me. It all really comes down to luck or the connections you can make though, being at the right place at the right time.

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