“You can’t just cancel my gig!” Zoey exclaimed into the phone in her hand. Worst day ever. She’d woken up that morning, and couldn’t find a towel to dry off her hair. Then she almost broke her prized Fender when one of her lights came crashing down — those actually did break. And now her gig was being cancelled.
Ever since Sage’s Gaze had ‘split up’ and Liam had mysteriously disappeared off the maps, it had been harder and harder for her to find a bar that would let her play. It wasn’t the same without Mister Charisma who worked the crowd and drew in new fans. People came in to watch him. Their audience had always been full of girls, panting, screaming, obsessive girls. Zoey had been the boob action on the side for everyone else to ogle at with her crop tops, denim shorts and fish leg stockings. No one pays attention to the second guitarist. “No. No, no. Jacob, please. I’m begging you. Just this once, let your stubborn mind go the other way. J-Jacob? Jacob! What’re you… No, no, no. Jake!”
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