Why Can't We Be by Tami Lund

Author:Tami Lund
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tami Lund

Chapter Fifteen

“Holy shit, that was a fantastic set,” Lacey burbled for probably the fifteenth time since they left the stage.

It was true, though. They’d slayed, left the audience begging for more. If she’d needed a confidence booster, that had been exactly what the doctor would have prescribed.

After that Stevie Nicks song, she and Parker were immediately surrounded by bar patrons—fans!—gushing about how great they were. People asked for their band name—they really needed to get to work on that one—and whether they could follow the band on Instagram and Twitch. Had they released anything yet? Where were they playing next?

One exuberant fan offered to give Parker a blowjob, and Lacey barked out a laugh to hide her jealousy. The reality was, if he were so inclined, he had every right to take that woman up on her offer.

Quickies, one-night stands were the only kind of non-relationship he’d ever had. He was already prepared for the rock ’n roll lifestyle. He’d been practicing for years.

She did appreciate that he turned the woman down, though.

Near the end of his set, Oz convinced Lacey to get back up on the stage, and they wrapped with a rousing rendition of “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights,” much to the audience’s delight. Lacey could hear the distinct lack of piano, but no one in the crowd seemed to mind.

The three of them headed out into the night, Lacey practically vibrating with adrenaline. It was just like the last time she and Parker had played together.

Damn, would it be like this after every performance? Would she have the urge to jump his bones every single time they did a live show?

That part was going to suck, since he’d made it clear in no uncertain terms that they were friends, no ifs, ands, or buts. End of story. Period. Do not pass go. Do not—

“Hey.”

The guy standing on the sidewalk in front of them was tall, cut, a Black guy with white-blond dreads and manicured facial hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt that showed ink curling up and down his arms.

“You all were great in there,” he said once he had their attention.

“Thanks, man.” He and Oz clasped hands for a moment. “What’s your name?”

“Cash. Cash Torrence.” He scratched at his jaw. “Listen, this is gonna be out of left field, but are you looking for a keyboardist?”

Lacey blinked rapidly and glanced at Parker, then Oz. What were the odds? Of course, they knew nothing about this guy. He could suck. He could be great. He could be scamming them. He could be a fan who had big balls.

“Are you looking to join a band?” Parker asked.

Cash cupped the back of his neck. “Yeah, actually.”

“Do you have a demo?”

He cleared his throat. “No, uh, not yet.” He stabbed his thumb over his shoulder. “But my boards are in my car. We could jam together sometime. Just to see if it’s a good fit. If you’re cool with that.”

The poor guy was so nervous, no doubt this was his first time ever propositioning potential bandmates.

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