Wild Angel by Shari Copell

Author:Shari Copell [Copell, Shari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SLJ
Published: 2014-05-11T04:00:00+00:00

It was over. It was depressing, like the day after Christmas. All that buildup and anticipation, and boom—done. Heavy Remedy had played to a screaming crowd for more than four hours. It’d felt like four minutes.

Now there was just cleanup. Stone rolled up his mic cord and watched his little dynamo help Rob pack up his drum set.

He wished now that he’d asked Nicks to learn more songs, but he knew that wouldn’t sit well with the guys. There was a fine line there, and he had to be careful not to cross it. He didn’t want to be John, and he certainly didn’t want his guys to view Nicks as Yoko.

She’d been magnificent. She had it—that rare quality so few entertainers are blessed with. An inherent ability to mesmerize with one’s presence. To have a crowd watch you so intently they locked their knees and passed out. You could learn it to a certain extent, but the very best were born with it, as Nicks apparently was.

She was truly her father’s daughter. Stone was so fucking proud of her.

Pip, Charm, and Marybeth had come backstage when they finished to congratulate her with hugs and squeals. Charm had grown serious then, asking “You’re not going to leave Wild Angel, are you?”

The question clearly disturbed Nicks. She took Charm by the hands and said, “Of course not. I love you girls. We’re a team. We’re going to make it someday.”

Wild Angel certainly had the potential. Seeing her face, hearing the longing in her voice, Stone ached to make it happen for her. He wished he could think of a way. He knew some people, but he wasn’t sure they were high enough up on the rock-and-roll food chain to be of assistance. If that were the case, Heavy Remedy would have signed a lucrative contract by now.

Still, he wanted to help her with her dream. He wanted to please her, give her everything her heart desired. He sighed. He didn’t deserve her. He would be more of a hindrance to her than a help.

“Hey, that’s a pretty serious look you’re wearing. You aren’t happy with something?” Nicks was behind him, her warm hands wrapped around his upper arms.

He dropped the cords he’d so carefully rolled up to the stage and pulled her into an embrace. “Things went great. If you must know, I was thinking I was sorry for not asking you to learn more songs.”

She snuggled against him. “No, this was good. Given the resistance you got from the others, two songs was enough. Now that they know I’m capable, maybe they’ll let me do it again sometime. I had a blast.”

He laid his head against her hair, inhaling her scent. She always smelled like summer flowers and fresh air. “Me too.” He pulled back and smiled. “I predict a record-breaking crowd next Friday at Tapestries.”

“The bar can only hold so many people. Some of them may have to listen from outside.”

“If I had any doubts about your being Asher Pratt’s daughter, you laid them to rest today.

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