Music Mann: Bear Valley Book 4 by Aries France

Author:Aries France [France, Aries]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aries France
Published: 2022-11-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15 – Caswell

Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney

Just like the last two times I have been to Black Diamond for one of Baylor’s shows, Quinn’s lighting is my friend. It hides my face well enough, and I dress differently than normal. Just jeans and a tee with a flannel. Nothing skintight or some vintage rocker tee. Nondescript is the name of my game. Since I was in LA, I had to shave the facial hair I was rocking. So far, I’ve never been photographed with it, and I would like to keep it that way because when it is long enough, I am unrecognizable.

This time I am also more relaxed. Even though Baylor doesn’t know I am back in town, yet, it’s not like the last two times when I watched him. Both of those times I was terrified someone would notice me. Officially, I was supposed to be states away from Colorado, not in the crowd at Black Diamond. But, I am supposed to be here, if someone sees me. It’s a local crowd, and the locals are used to seeing my face by now.

Of course, I am supposed to be in Bear Valley, not so sure I am supposed to be here, specifically. I don’t know why I didn’t just tell him I would be at his show, but part of me I think wants to see Bee in his element, just in his life.

Hearing Baylor sing is always a treat. Even now, as we have set up in his studio working on lyrics and hooks and bridges for hours on end since my arrival. Even though I can pass by him in the kitchen or sit next to him for a meal, Baylor still seems far away from me. Still somehow untouchable, just like he looks on that stage.

Halfway through the set Baylor starts taking requests and goes off his set list. I smile at the ones thrown to him. More than a few are his own songs, which I’m guessing isn’t news to this crowd. It’s not a secret, well-kept or otherwise, that Baylor writes the songs I sing.

I lean back against the exposed brick, perched on a barstool with a perfect view and a fresh beer on the table by me when someone shouts out a request for “something new.” I look over at Nix who just raises her eyebrows. I wonder if this is something he does often, showcasing new work here at Quinn’s bar.

“What do you know,” I lean over and tell Nix, “The Bear Valley locals hear my songs before I do.” I can’t help but love the idea of that.

Nix smiles. “Baylor will always have to be shared with Bear Valley.”

I nod. I know that; I do. But, this certainly brings it all to light.

“Alright,” Baylor says, strumming a few chords as he looks off into the distance for a moment — right into the stage light.

I know that look.

It lights up his eyes, allowing the sexy contrast with his dark coloring.

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