Rock Star's Ballad (White Mist Series Book 3) by A. P. Jensen

Author:A. P. Jensen [Jensen, A. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-26T23:00:00+00:00

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Demi woke in the wee hours of the morning. She lay in the dark for a few seconds and grimaced. She needed another dose of pills. She looked along the couch, half convinced that Johnny would be splayed out nearby, but he wasn’t there. She cocked her head as she registered the faint sound of a vaguely familiar song being played on a guitar. She rose and walked to the open doors of the recording studio.

Johnny sat on the couch, eyes closed as he played the guitar. She watched him for several minutes, mesmerized by the pleasing melody, his hands plucking the strings and the tranquility on Johnny’s face. She backed away soundlessly on bare feet and went to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb him. Catching him like this reminded her of the teenage Johnny, the one who wanted to share his music with the world. He truly loved what he did for a living. She kicked back the pills and leapt when Johnny spoke from behind her.

“Did I wake you?”

Demi was glad she swallowed the pills as she turned with a stifled scream. “Don’t sneak up on me!”

Johnny tried to hide his grin. “Sorry. Did I play too loud?”

“No, I needed more pills,” she said and they stared at one another in the dim light. She cleared her throat. “What was that song?”

“An old song of mine that I never put on a record.” He cocked his head to the side. “Still tired?”

“A little.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her towards the recording studio. “I used to sing you to sleep.”

She blocked those memories from her mind long ago and now they flooded back. She sat on the plush couch and tugged on her robe. “What are you doing up?”

He shrugged. “I never sleep much and right now there’s a dozen melodies playing in my mind.”

When Johnny got bit by the lyrical bug, he adopted hermit-like tendencies. It had to be even worse now. “I don’t want to disturb you.”

“You aren’t.”

Johnny moved to the piano in the corner of the room. The recording studio was filled with all kinds of instruments and Demi had no doubt that Johnny could play each one. She stretched out on the couch as Johnny began to play another familiar song. Memories of everything she and Johnny had once been played like a home video in her mind. Johnny’s thirst for life and music drew Demi to him like a moth to a flame. She didn’t have a chance where Johnny was concerned. She’d never met anyone like him. He let emotion lead and that scared her.

Demi’s eyes opened as he began to sing. His eyes were closed and his voice was soft and haunting. Goosebumps rose all over her body and she shivered as his lyrics filled her with happiness, pain and sadness.

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