Bad Boy Rock Star

By: Candy J. Starr

"Don't worry, it's nothing dodgy. Easy as. I'm a promo girl. You know, those chicks you see at the train stations handing out free samples. It pays all right money and they are always looking for people. So long as you are okay-looking and not a complete social retard. It's just a couple of hours in the morning then again at night when everyone is knocking off work. You'll be a shoe-in."

I actually didn't know anything about people handing out free samples at the station. I'd never even been to the train station.

"I can't do that!"

"Why not? You said your money is tied up. Hey, is someone holding it for ransom?" She exploded into giggles at that, slapping the table. I tried to grin but she wasn't far wrong.

"And you get to keep heaps of samples, sometimes even chocolate or that moisturiser. Of course, sometimes it's shit stuff like discount coupons or crappy health food bars. Still, I'll just call Sammy and let him know to expect you."

"Wow, you're like my fairy godmother or something."

"Yeah, or something more like it. And anyway, the guys should reimburse you for the video production costs, right. I mean, it's for them. A couple of good gigs would just about cover the cost."

I looked at the menu while she talked on the phone. Surely, if I was going to work, I could justify buying something to eat.

She covered the phone. "You don't mind dressing up as a tree frog, do you?"

Chapter 4

I turned up to the meeting wearing a red shift dress. I figured red is the colour of power and I needed power. They would never know about the pile of about 50 outfits I'd tried on before I left home. Not that I was nervous or anything. I wasn't even sure if they'd turn up. I'd probably be stuck waiting for them for an hour and then give up and go home.

To add to the stress, I'd stupidly arranged to meet them at Sorrento Inc. headquarters. The office building that had been the site of Dad's now ex-company. Hopefully they wouldn't notice the empty spots on the signboard or the lack of people around. I really, really didn't want to run into people I knew. As much as it'd been kept out of the news, people there would know all about the scandal. They probably knew more than I did. Of course, most of the business had been wound down now but that didn't mean I'd not run into anyone.

As a safety measure, I donned my massive sunglasses.

The only reason I'd picked this café was that I knew they'd know it. I'd had to think of something off the top of my head when I gave Jack Colt a meeting place and this was the only place I could think of at the time.

My eyes swept around the café, checking if the band were there but not expecting to see them. I almost jumped to see them sitting in the corner, with guitar cases blocking the walkway between the tables.

At this time of day, there were only a few other people there. They sat in their suits on the other side of the café as though wanting to put as much distance between themselves and the band as possible.

Jack Colt lounged back in his low chair, his leg over the arm. He looked up as I walked toward them but didn't acknowledge me. He just kept talking to the other two as though I were a random person walking in off the street.

Eric sat in the seat by the window and Spud leaned back with his feet on the coffee table in the middle.

I walked over and stood by them.

The bass player, Eric, gave me a smile.

"You must be Eric," I said and smiled back. "And you are Spud."

"Greg," he grunted but didn't look up. Then he and Jack continued talking about amplifiers and distortion pedals, whatever they were. What was the point of them even turning up to this meeting if they were going to ignore me anyway? They might as well have not come.

I ordered a glass of wine and cleared my throat then launched into my spiel.

"Okay, I guess you want to know what this meeting is all about?"

Eric brushed his long fringe out of his eyes then fumbled in the bag at his feet and pulled out a clip to pin it back. That would look effeminate on most guys but not on him.

"The guy from Mega came to a few gigs then got us all excited about a contract. So we signed, then nothing. We barely heard from him again. I called him a few times and he said he was talking to A&R people and had a few big things lined up but never came through with anything."

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