Beauty in the Breakdown (A Rock Star Romance Novel) by Natalie Baird

Author:Natalie Baird [Baird, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: rock and roll romance, contemporary rockstar romance, rockstar romances, romance drama, na romance, rock star romance, coming of age romance
Publisher: Roslyn House
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Why couldn’t I have just fallen for a banker?” I muttered, letting my head fall back against the wall. “Why can’t I just love a regular man?”

A soft sound interrupted my pity party. The thin, beautiful ringing flitted through the empty hallway like a cool breeze. I sat up, straining my ears to figure out where it was coming from. At the end of the hall, I could see a light shining from under a door—that had to be the source. Wiping my eyes inelegantly on my tee shirt, I pulled myself up to standing and tiptoed toward the door. As I approached, I realized that the sound was music. It was a song, of sorts—a sad song, full of regret and melancholy. The melody tugged at my heartstrings with every note, and though I’d never heard it before, the song sounded familiar somehow. Like maybe I’d dreamed it, or heard it once in another life.

I drew up before the door and softly rested my ear against it. Someone was playing the guitar in there—no recording could ever capture the depths of what I was hearing. I wondered what sad, soulful musician was plucking and strumming away so stunningly. With a burst of courage and curiosity, I decided to find out. I grasped the doorknob and twisted until it clicked.

As I pushed the door open, the song swelled up around me, unfiltered. I peeked into the dimly lit room, searching for the source of the music. As I squinted into the darkness, I could make out a shape sitting on the bed. His back was to me, so for a moment I couldn’t tell who it might be. But then he turned his head, pushed the darks curls away from his face, and the shock of his bright blue eyes froze my blood.

“Jackson?” I whispered into the darkness.

He looked up, startled. The song cut out, and I was unduly sad to feel it go. Jackson turned toward me on the bed, his guitar still resting on his lap. For a long moment, neither of us said a word. He was wearing an expression I’d never seen before. For once, there was no arrogant smile on his lips, no mischief in his eyes. He looked sad. Bruised. Infinitely human.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said, lowering my gaze.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I just needed to be away from those people for a while.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I don’t know how you keep this up.”

“Me either, sometimes,” he said. “Look at you. Standing in the doorway like a kid at the principal’s office. Come in, why don’t you.”

I stepped into the room and let the door click shut behind me. A tiny bedside lamp was the only source of light, and the sharp shadows only intensified Jackson’s strong, beautiful features.

“I heard you playing,” I said, “Jackson...It was beautiful.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I was just fucking around.”

“That wasn’t fucking around,” I said, taking a tentative step toward him, “That was just...genius. I had no idea you even owned an acoustic guitar.

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