Phrasing An Inner Music Novel

CHAPTER ONE 

She handed the flight attendant her boarding pass, smiling sweetly with a smile that barely reached her eyes. That was unlike her.  She always looked people in the eyes and greeted them with genuine softness. The flight attendant welcomed her aboard as she nodded and made her way down the aisle. ‘Time to go home,’ she thought. ‘Time to return to reality. Back to my fabulous life.’ She sighed softly as she sat in her window seat. 

She didn't even bother putting her purse on the floor in front of her. Instead she clutched onto it tightly, afraid to open herself up to anything.  She did not know how she felt. She did not know how to act. All she knew was her simple life had been turned upside down and she never saw it coming. 

Her husband came to mind and she smiled to herself. He was a good man. Kind, patient and never stopped her from doing anything. He trusted her in every sense of the word. What other man would not even flinch when his wife announced she was going to Las Vegas alone? None.  Maybe they were onto something. Maybe she should have known better. 

Excuse me. Miss? the flight attendant drew her from her thoughts. Please buckle your seatbelt.  We are preparing to take off.  

She buckled her seatbelt with hands that did not seem to be her own. It felt to her as if someone else had taken over her body, played with her emotions and ripped her real self away. 

The plane left the ground and as it left Las Vegas behind she closed her eyes. Before she knew it she was at the beginning... 

The room was over crowded with music executives, artists, musicians, models and fans. For lack of a better word it was bustling. Ainsley found herself lounging on an immaculate white sectional with a glass of champagne in her hand, resting it atop her thigh. She did as she always did in new surroundings. She people watched. It was amazing how people in the music industry thought of themselves as above the rest. Those who were video vixens posed as if they were on a shoot being absolutely sure their best side was always on point. Hopes of catching the eye of someone rich and powerful was what they were really there for. It was pretty obvious.  

Executives threw their money and power around, because let’s face it, they were calling all the shots… all of them. The fans were typical, doing what fans do. But the real show, in Ainsley’s opinion, was the musicians. Where the executives saw themselves as the puppet masters, the musicians saw themselves as gods and the fans played into this as well. With the fans always gawking at, pawing or rubbing themselves against one, it made the situation worse. The stars used them for everything from a sex toy to a pillow, whatever the pitiful fans had to offer. The sad thing was they didn’t even think to lie about using them. 

She shifted in her seat as she let her eyes scan the crowd. Her eyes were starting to burn from the high quality oxygen that was constantly being pumped into the room. Vegas did that. Every casino in town did that to make one forget the days were passing by as they threw their money at unimportant things. It kept them on a high, robbing them of their better judgment to pack it up and just go to bed.

Fingers at the bridge of her nose, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to ease them. Her bed in her suite was calling her. It had been a long day in the studio and drinking a glass of extra dry was not her idea of a good time. Especially considering she had to be back in the studio in the morning. 

Her eyes went back to their original job at scanning when they caught sight of someone interesting. Across the room, on the other side of the dance floor, stood a man. Dirty blonde hair, leather jacket and shirtless. Usually men without shirts in public bothered her, but something about him appealed to her. Noticing he was watching her as well, she let her gaze move on. She had learned at an early age not to let her gaze linger on men. Something about her making eye contact made them do strange things, like talk to her. She didn’t want to be bothered, especially not by a blonde haired, white boy who didn’t have the decency to wear a shirt to a party. He was so cliché. 

Callum could not take his eyes off of her. The woman lounged on the sectional with an ease he never knew a woman to have. From where he stood, he could tell the simple cream colored dress hugged all the right places. With one leg outstretched and shapely, she seemed disinterested as she lazily scanned the room. Then she looked at him. Did her gaze linger or was he imagining it? In a blink she was looking past him, lifting her glass to her full lips. She was beautiful to him with her light, mocha skin and the way her hair tumbled down alongside of her face in curls.   

What’s going on, man? Adam slapped him on the shoulder from behind, trying to see what his bandmate was eyeing. Damn, man. She’s hot. Never saw her before. 

Callum shook his head in a silent answer to his friend. 

We’re going to cut out of here in a bit to head back to the suite. You coming? 

He wasn’t really interested in that right now but he nodded his head anyway. All he knew was he had to talk to her, the woman in the cream colored dress. Something about her lounge he found incredibly cool. Walking away from Adam, he made a B-line straight to her. He knew this would be easy. It always was when it came to women. He was the guitarist. Every woman loved the guitarist in the band. 

The closer he got to her the more beautiful she became. She didn’t seem to notice him approach her, so he squatted beside her end of the sectional to give her a better view. Hello. He gave his more charming smile. 

She turned her head slightly but let her eyes do the shifting to look at him.  She did not seem impressed. 

"I must say you are probably the most beautiful women I have ever seen at one of these things." He let his eyes look straight at hers hoping she would turn her whole head to face him straight on. 

She smiled sweetly. Shifting her eyes to look forward again. Thank you. Her voice was like silk with a hint of melody. She had to be a vocalist. 

Callum was taken by surprise at her lack of interest. It had never happened to him before, a woman not interested in him. He reached out and set his beer on the table next to him. ‘This is going to take a bit more of an effort on my part’, he thought to himself. This one was clearly not impressed with him or anyone else in the room, for that matter. He folded his hands together and drew in a slow breath. Can I get you a drink? he asked, trying to break the ice. 

She slowly lifted her glass but still did not look at him. 

You’ve been nursing that for a while now which tells me you don’t really want it. 

She turned her full gaze to him and a smile flashed across her face. Even though she showed off a set of perfect teeth, the only sound that escaped was that of a soft giggle. Touché, she said. 

Callum Beckman he introduced himself, as he held out his hand. Wicked guitarist, he announced with a smile. 

Isn’t that for the other person to decide, Callum? There it was again, that voice. 

He was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant. No, I’m the guitarist for the band Wicked. 

Her mouth dropped open for a moment and then giggled her embarrassment. I’m sorry. I don’t listen to Rock. The apology was wrapped in the music of her giggle. A sound that momentarily stunned him. 

Ainsley, she said, as she held out her hand to him. He took it and brought it to his lips to kiss the base of her palm, never taking his eyes from hers. Wow he smelled good. Like soap and man all mixed together with a heavy dose of raw. 

Ainsley, he repeated, with a smile. A dimple appeared in his left cheek. 

Ainsley, you ready to head out of here? Brandon, the producer came to collect her. Hey, Callum man, what’s going on? He gave the guitarist a quick nod not waiting for an answer. He was finished with his business and was ready to release Ainsley from captivity. It was business and she had to be there. Her voice was pure gold and he intended to cash in on it while he can. Who knows how long he had to convince her to take the plunge and return to the studio for good and not just do hook bits. I know you’ve had it with these execs. 

Yeah, sure. She glanced at Callum as she reached out to place the glass of champagne onto the table next to his beer. He reached out and took it from her hand and placed it for her. Just felt the need to do something for her. He stood to his feet and held out his hand to help her to hers.  When she took it lightly and stood, in what seemed to him, in slow motion; he knew he was in trouble. Thank you, she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. It was nice meeting you, Callum, the Wicked guitarist. A smile grazed across her lips. Was she mocking him? 

He could not let her hand go. He had to take this chance or he felt he would never get it again. Dance with me. He sounded confident but his insides were trembling. Just once before you leave. 

She looked at Brandon with her mouth ajar, caught completely by surprise. You can stay if you would like, Brandon announced, obviously not making any difference to him but feeling the need to show his control over what she did. I’ll see you in the studio first thing in the morning.  We have things to discuss. He turned and headed out. 

She nodded at Callum. Why not?  It was just a dance. What could the harm be? It’s never gotten her in trouble before.  

Callum backed onto the dance floor backwards leading her, not taking his eyes off of her or letting go of her hand. He stopped and pulled her gently toward him. His eyes dropped to take in the complete sight of her as she followed his lead. ‘Poetry in motion’, he thought to himself. ‘Pure poetry’. He looked up to find her watching him with a quiet gaze. Something in her eyes put him at ease and he could not pull away. His free hand went about her waist and rested at the curve of her back. He hadn’t seen it yet, but he could tell the ass was bangin’. He leaned in close to her and inhaled the scent of her. She smelled pretty, not perfumey like the others.  She smelled fresh and reminded him of spring air. 

Are you smelling me, Callum? She did not quite lean back but instead tipped her head to an angle to look into his face.  

He laughed out loud. Hell yeah I’m smelling you, girl! I’m a man. That’s what I do. He released her to take another look at her. The square neckline of her dress dipped low across her breasts, presenting them to him in sun-kissed, light, mocha skin. He shook his head. "Damn, girl, you are gorgeous!’ 

I am also married. She looked past him as if he were a fixture. 

Is he here, now? he asked quickly. 

No. This is business. Her eyes returned to his face. 

He squatted a bit and leaned back so their eyes met. What’s your man got to do with me? I ain’t tryin ta hear that, see. He smiled all the way into his eyes which twinkled with mischief.  

Ainsley could not help but chuckle. Who would have thought this rock star guitarist would quote a bit of Positive K. This one was full of surprises. She covered her mouth to suppress a yawn.  

Surprised Callum stepped back. ‘What? She’s bored with me?’

Sorry. She giggled. 

Damn, is it me? He expressed worry and heartache. 

She laughed again into her yawn. No, I’m sorry. It’s the party. She laughed some more and he caught his breath and let it ease into his smiling eyes. 

I agree. He led her off the dance floor by the hand. Let’s head out to a real party. 

She resisted his lead once off the floor. Excuse me?  

I’m a rock star, Baby! We are in Vegas and the night is young! There is plenty of party in this town to go around. His arms outstretched like a wingspan and no one seemed to notice. No one but the love-junkie fans, that is. He saw the reluctance in her face. Hey. He leaned in closer to her. Brandon knows me. Doesn’t that tell you I’m a nice enough guy to take you out on the town for the night?    

He batted his green eyes, dimple exposed. It was evident she was thinking about it. Ainsley. You know you want to. 

Hmmm. Could she trust this man? Brandon did know him and he was nothing but polite to her. Besides, she loved a man who could make her laugh. And how often did she get out without the twins in tow. And it was Las Vegas.  Fine, she said. But I have to be in the studio in the morning. 

Callum did not waste any time. He held tightly to her hand and led her out of the party. They rushed down the long hall into the busy lobby of The Hard Rock Hotel. It was the All Music Festival weekend which meant there were lots of bands and stars in town. Which for Callum, at least, meant a bit more freedom to roam without being rushed. A few ladies did recognize him, however, and stopped him in his tracks to ask for his autograph. Ainsley did not miss a step. She moved right on by as if the small crowd was a fleck of dust on the floor. Even though he was signing and speaking to his fans, his eyes never left her. The way she walked caused her spine to snake smoothly, exposed by the low square backline of her dress.  

The autographs were signed and he squeezed by them, sending kisses to his admirers. Not wanting her to be alone too long, he hurried to catch up to her. By the way the many men in the area stared at her, he knew they were just as enamored by her as he was and he did not want to lose her attention. Let’s get out of here, he whispered in her ear, at the same time taking her hand in his. He pulled his cellphone out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans and pushed a button. Meet me in the front. I’m coming out, he said into the phone.   

The Hard Rock Hotel was crazy with energy. It was obvious the people were in a frenzy from the many popular faces that came and went in the crowd. Each one surrounded by their own security team. The both of them moved quickly and kept a low profile as they slipped through the casino doors into the warm Vegas night. Mr. Beckman, sir. The doorman held the door of a black limousine wide open for them to, literally, duck straight into. Callum, not wanting to lose momentum, pulled Ainsley in behind him, making sure she climbed in without difficulty. 

Where to, Mr. Beckman? the driver asked, from the front. 

Back to Caesar’s, he answered, before flipping the lever that made the partition rise, closing them both off for privacy. He then reached to grab a decanter half full of amber liquid and put it to his lips, tipped it back and took a long swig before setting it back down. He shook his head as if to clear it of webs. 

Better? Ainsley’s voice came to life again. Her usual lounge filling up half of the backseat of the limo. 

Callum looked at her sideways with dirty thoughts clearly running through his mind. Much better. 

Hmm. She was relaxed but very aware of his closeness. 

He wondered. What were you doing at that party, anyway? You don’t come off as a video vixen to me. 

Because I’m not, she answered, at the same time lifting her head off from the headrest. I sing. 

Bingo. He had it right the first time. Never heard of you before. Are you part of a group? 

She shook her head, curls bouncing slightly. Soloist. But I’m not recording anything. I have just been called in to sing hooks on a couple of tracks for someone. Her eyes settled on his face. Almond shaped and a chestnut brown. 

You said you were married. Is that the truth or just something you tell men trying to move in on your goodies? he said with a smile. 

My goodies, as you call them, are very much married. Like I said before, this is business. 

Where are you from? Cause I know you don’t live here.

And how do you know that? She smiled mischievously. 

No one is from here. His green gaze stroked her face. 

She turned away to look at the passing scenery. What was she getting herself into? ‘Tread carefully, Ainsley.’ Where I’m from doesn’t matter. 

Why the mystery, girl? he asked playfully. 

She turned to look back at him. You know the life. It’s best to keep your private life as far away as possible Her gaze settled on his mouth which was curved at the corners, surrounded by yesterday’s 5 o’clock shadow. Her gaze lifted past his nose to eyes a deep green and smiling. She loved smiling eyes. They always made a person appear trustworthy. 

Callum set his head back to rest on the headrest to allow the buzz from the whiskey to take over. His hand reached out for Ainsley’s thigh but he could not quite reach it. She shifted further away to be sure of it. He would have asked her if she was afraid of him but he did not feel any nervous energy off her. Usually, he could feel the nerves of the many women he has entertained, making it easier to draw them into taking care of his needs. But Ainsley? Nope. She was a different breed.  

Once they arrived at Caesar’s, the vibe was different. A security team met them at the car and escorted them through the lobby, straight to the penthouse elevators where a gentleman was holding one for them to board. Once on and the doors closed, it was calm again. They both took a breather, smiling at each other as they did. For Callum the excitement never got old.  For Ainsley, she had to get used to it quickly. 

Before they knew it, the elevator doors opened to another scene.  

The short hallway was filled with people, mostly women, who loitered about drinking. One woman stepped into their path and grabbed a hold of Callum’s crotch while she bit on his earlobe. Down girl, he breathed as he removed her hand from him. The woman looked into Ainsley’s face as if to threaten her but Ainsley coolly brushed by her without a thought. Another woman rushed by her and bumped her which caused her to spin and watch as the woman grabbed Callum’s head and preceded to shove her tongue down his throat. ‘Damn’, thought Ainsley. They all reminded her of lionesses awaiting their turn with the male, passing him around just in order to service them. She continued to the door at the end of the hallway and waited, leaning back against the wall to watch the show. 

Callum pulled free of the mouth rapist, his hands imprisoning her wrists to pull her away from him. These women were insane. All except one and she stood by the door of his suite not saying a word, waiting as if she had all the time in the world. Sorry about that, baby, he apologized when he reached her. 

Occupational hazard? Her brows lifted and her full lips curled into a smug smile. 

He was glad to see she did not take it personally. Everybody loves to play the guitarist. He spread his wingspan again before kicking the suite door. Someone opened it from inside just enough for Callum to push in. What the hell is going on here?! he yelled at the top of his lungs.   

The crowd cheered over the loud music that blasted from very large speakers. People were everywhere. Because of the sea of people in the entry room, Ainsley could barely see the windows, which were extremely large. She suddenly felt claustrophobic and grabbed hold of Callum’s sleeve. This is the part she didn’t like, surrounded by crowds of people she did not know. A club was one thing...but a suite full of the admirers of a handful of people? Callum ate it up. He was in his element, unafraid, alive and ready to party. He barely seemed to notice Ainsley holding on, but he managed to absentmindedly hold on, dragging her along with him. 

At one point he stopped and pulled her around in front of him into the comfort of his space. He smiled down into her face for a brief moment before he closed his mouth over hers. He grabbed hold of her arms and wrapped them about his waist, forcing her to press against him. His hands went to either side of her head as he continued to kiss her. The feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth, and the scent of her…all put him in a haze. His tongue ran over her bottom lip before he lightly nibbled it, then across her teeth when she gasped into his mouth. Her hands released his waist but did not push him away. Instead they stayed suspended in the air not sure of what to do. 

Callum pulled his mouth from hers and stared down into her eyes. She stared back silent, but breathing. Nothing.  She said nothing but he could tell her mind was working a mile a minute. You’re killing me, baby, he groaned, his forehead resting against hers. Say something. You’re not helping my rock star ego. 

She started, eyes wide. She licked her lips and pulled her small purse from her shoulder. He hadn’t noticed she even wore one. He watched as she dug into the bag to retrieve her phone. Shit, she cursed, as she looked at the display. I need a quiet room. I have to take this call. 

Callum took her by the hand and quickly led her across the crowd and released her toward the bedrooms. Have at it, he said, his face reflecting his annoyance. 

Ainsley ignored his mood and opened the first room door. There she found a party of 4, one guy and three girls, having a sort of private party of their own. Without alarm she turned around, closed the door and stepped into the next room. ‘Good, privacy.’ Hello? It was her son. Hey sweetheart, how are you? 

Hey Mommy, I just wanted to check in on you to make sure you are doing fine there all alone. 

She smiled into the phone. I’m good. Out on the town right now.  I was at the studio all day and had a party to go to.   

See anyone I’d be interested in yet? her son asked. 

Yes I have but didn’t get a chance to talk to them. She heard the door open behind her and turned to find Callum slip in. Where is your sister? Is she still awake? 

No. She and Dad are asleep. I was waiting to catch you back in your room. He was so protective of her. I just wanted to be sure you were okay and to say goodnight. 

Thanks for checking, she whispered, missing her boy. 

Good night, Mommy. Love you.

I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow. 

Ok. Bye. He hung up. 

She missed her boy. She missed her daughter. She missed home. A week seemed like a lifetime away from her twins. Especially considering she had never been away from them before. They talked her into going to Vegas, saying she deserved to do something for herself for once. Besides, they were going to soon be fifteen and could get themselves around with help from their father. They were good kids. 

The husband? Callum asked, as he leaned against the closed door. 

No, she answered. My son, just checking up on me. He’s fourteen and mama’s boy. She smiled to herself. 

He closed the distance between them and pulled her to him Now, about my rock star ego. He placed his hand behind her neck to hold her still as he nuzzled her neck, his teeth teased her soft skin. Finding her intoxicating and wanted nothing more than to be close. She, unknowingly, pulled at him as if she were metal and he a magnet.

Ainsley did not know what was happening. Her skin was on fire as was he. The smell of him filled her and she had the strange need to lean against him. She was married, happily married and yet her sex began to burn at the feel of him. How was this happening when they had only met a little over an hour and a half ago? Resting her face against his palm, she felt herself begin to surrender. So before things went too far, she pushed away from him and held up her finger between them to indicate that he stay put.

Callum could not believe she had pulled away. He stood, glued to his spot with his hands floating where he once held her. His eyes closed, he licked his lips.  What was going on? Why couldn’t he keep his cool? Labored breathing filled the bedroom while they both fought to regain control.

She smoothed her hands over her dress once she was sure he would not come closer. She straightened and turned her back to him. That was her moment of weakness. That had been the moment she was, almost, desperate to find her way out. Instead of fleeing, she was stopped by something in the far corner of the room that caught her eye. She turned her head to the side and used her peripheral vison to make sure Callum remained in place. Convinced he was not an immediate threat, she walked toward the object. Beautiful, she said quietly as she reached her hand out to touch it.

Her fingers just barely touched the candy apple satin surface of the guitar, careful not to leave fingerprints. She knew how musicians were about their instruments. Almost as bad as baseball players were about their superstitions. He moved. She heard it, but was careful not to show her caution. Like her? his voice was closer. I just got it from a shop here in Vegas. I only buy my guitars from this one joint so whenever I come here I make sure to pop in to see what they have. And today…I saw her. 

Her? Ainsley’s brow arched when she looked up into his face. 

"Yeah. You don’t think it looks like a her? Look at those curves. Just like I like my women. With a twinkle in his eye, he winked at her and took the instrument off its stand. Haven’t named her yet. Haven’t had the chance to play her."  

He leaned over Ainsley from behind and set in up in front of her to play. This put her between him and the guitar where she was solid against his bare chest, the guitar across her belly. His foot reached out in front of them both and tapped the amplifier next to the stand. Leaving his foot on it, he turned the guitar on. 

The buzz was electric as it vibrated through her causing an excitement she never felt. Secretly, she always wanted to play the electric guitar but left that as a fantasy.  What better way to be a rock star than to play the hell out of an electric guitar? Seeing her eyes light up, he smiled. You like that? 

Hmm, she answered, with a closed mouth smile. 

Hang on. He set his fingers on the frets and strummed with his left hand. Involuntarily she jumped and giggled.  He went ahead and played a phrase and let the music transformed the room into someplace she was comfortable.  

Feeling her rest back against him he went on to play. His fingers worked their magic as they moved in quick rhythms as if they had little minds of their own. His heart raced and he closed his eyes. She sounded wonderful, better than she had in the shop. Her whines and moans. Her groans and screams.  Yeah, it was most definitely a her. 

Ainsley, with her eyes closed, leaned back against Callum as he played, and reached her hands up to grab hold of his biceps. Through his jacket she could feel them flex and imagined how they looked in action. This guy was bad ass and the music filling the room proved it. She had heard a lot of guitar players, but none had even an iota of the talent Callum displayed. And he wasn’t even on stage. Just imagine what he was like in concert. Her smile grew wider as she let him take her on a private journey. 

Time passed on. Both were in their own world, connected by the music they played together. He provided the fingers, she the muse. He began to sweat but she did not mind. His aroma only grew stronger and she did not have any desire to leave anytime soon. The vibration of the guitar at her belly. The pounding of his heart in his chest. The twitch of his biceps under her fingers. Together it created a synergy, entwining them like vines, wrapping each around the other. 

A quick tremolo, then he pulled the whammy bar. It ended, sounding complete. 

He slowly placed the guitar on the bed next to them, careful not to disturb Ainsley’s comfort. He did not want her to move. He was not ready for their connection to break. He wrapped his arms in a loose hold across her chest, calmed his breath and rested his face against the back top of her head.  They were quiet, feeling as if they had experienced something sacred. 

After a time, she stirred. That was nice, she said. Callum could hear her smile. Real nice. She let go of his arms and turned in his embrace to look up into his face. You don’t need me or anyone else for your rock star ego. 

He blushed, his thick hair falling forward like a curtain for his face, dirty blonde with shimmering gold strands that made him appear kissed by heaven itself. Cut close on the sides but long on top, it favored David Beckham.  

I have to go. I need to be in the studio early. Her hands pulled his arms free and she backed away leaving him feeling disconnected and wanting more. He held onto her hand tightly, looked into her eyes. 

Really, I have to get back. 

Let me go with you. I’ll take you to your hotel. He straightened his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair to clear it from his face. 

Uh-uh. I’ll find my way back. I’m a big girl. She walked around him to the door and grabbed her purse off the bed on the way. When her hand reached the door handle, Callum’s covered it. Callum, down boy. Using the command he used on the woman in the hallway. She did not trust herself to turn to look at him. 

When can I see you again, angel? He rested his hands against the door on either side of her, imprisoning her in a cage of his warmth and hair as he leaned in. Tell me I will see you again. 

She swallowed. I can’t promise that. I am here for work, then I go home…to my family. 

Tell me I will see you again, angel he repeated, rubbing the side of his face against hers.  

Nothing. 

Callum stood up straight and pulled his cellphone from his pocket. He pushed a number and called for a car. The driver will be waiting for you at the elevator to take you to your hotel. He leaned back on his leg. When she turned to look into his eyes he felt lost. A vibrant chestnut, they were hypnotizing. Yet, he had to let her leave. 

With a soft smile, she left him there alone. 

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Okay. Ains. This time give us a bit more soul to it. Brandon’s voice came through her headphones.  She had been singing the same phrase in ten different ways. How can he keep coming up with more?  

Her head nodded in response and she waited for her music to cue her. Then she sang. 

"You tell me you need me but I don’t need you.

You tell me you want me, but I don’t know what to do…"

Niiiice. Came the voice through the headphones. 

She sighed. She had been at this since eight o-clock that morning and she was tired. She had made it back to her hotel room at 3AM but could not seem to get to sleep. She had tossed and turned until the wee hours of the morning, thinking constantly about her time with Callum. She kept reminding herself he was off limits.  Everyone was off limits except her husband. Finally, as the sun broke the horizon, she had dropped off to sleep just to be awakened by her seven o’clock alarm.   

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Ainsley watched as Brandon and the engineers manipulated her recording at the sound board. She suppressed a yawn and parked herself on the stool. The only furniture in the tiny, sound proof room where she was confined. With the engineers crowded in their one room, she had the solitude of her box. Can I have someone get me some hot tea, please? she said, into the mic that was suspended from the ceiling. 

Sure can, another onlooker answered, through her headphones. I’ll send someone out to get that right now. 

She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket in response to the ping. It was from her husband checking in. She did not call him that morning because of her guilt. Even though she did not do anything, she did enough. She turned off the power and shoved it back into her jeans pocket. 

Okay, Ains. We’re going to put that to sleep right now so we can work on something else. Brandon again. We want you to sing a bit of Winehouse for us. We think you can blow this out. 

‘Winehouse? As in Amy?  Oh yeah, I got this.’ Which one? She was a big fan and knew them all.  

You Know I’m No Good, came the answer. 

Oh hell yeah. The music cued and she began to sing, giving renewed life to what is already considered a timeless classic. 

Meet you downstairs…

From the first word she sang, her voice was smooth and sultry all the way down to the last lines. 

I cheated myself, like I knew I would. I told you I was trouble. You know that I’m no good.

The music stopped. Ansley looked up and saw them laughing and clapping hands the way brothers do. She could not hear them, but by the looks of it, she nailed it. 

Love that, Ains!!! the engineer laughed into her ears, trying to include her in the joyous moment.  

The receptionist from the front entered the engineer room with a hot cup. She opened the door, walked across the music room and opened the door of the sound box where Ainsley sat. Here you go. I put honey in it for you already. She handed her the hot cup. 

Thank you so much. Ainsley carefully sipped the tea and closed her eyes to the inviting warm liquid as it slowly made its way down over her hard working vocal chords. ‘Oh yeah, that’s what we needed, isn’t it, girls?’ Opening her eyes, she found she was alone again with the producer and engineers chatting away. She watched them as if she were watching a silent movie. A hand gesturing toward her, then on his hips. The other guy was listening attentively with his arms across his chest, both nodding in agreement and clapping hands again. She was familiar with this routine.  It had been her entertainment for three days now. 

The studio door opened again and everyone stood to their feet to greet the intruder. They all seemed very happy for this arrival and she watched closely to see who it was. Maybe it was someone the twins were interested in her meeting? The door closed exposing the visitor to Ainsley.   

Callum clapped everyone’s hands in greeting. He wore a white Henley shirt and straight leg, blue jeans.  His thick hair appeared to glisten under the recess lighting. He spoke to the engineers and Brandon for a moment before he turned to look through the window at her. After he gave her a nod, he returned his attention to the others. 

‘Shit! What the hell is he doing there?’ she panicked, even though on the outside she was cool and unmoved.  She stood to her feet and placed the cup of tea on the unoccupied stool. 

Ains, you remember Callum from last night? Brandon asked, as he leaned over the sound board. We called him in today to work on something with you. We’re looking to put a little rock guitar spin on your rendition of the Winehouse piece. He stopped to listen to something Callum was saying. He’s going to play a bit to the music and see what he can work out first. Then we are going to add you in later. 

She nodded, afraid to speak. Coolly, she watched as Callum took his case from across his back and walked into the music studio. He ignored her and put it down, opened it and pulled out the candy apple red guitar and placed his beer bottle on the floor. Placing the strap over his head, he looked over his shoulder at her and winked. Fuck. She was in trouble. He picked up a pair of headphones and put them on. Turning everything on, he took a seat on a low stool and gave the thumbs up. He strummed the strings and the sound hummed through Ainsley’s headphones. 

He began to play and all she could do was close her eyes and listen. She reached down, picked up her cup and sat herself on the stool once more. Where could she go? What could she do but listen? Listen and hope he stays in his section of the studio, closed off from her.  Without warning, the memory of the night before rushed at her. The smell, the sound, the feel of that very guitar pressed against her belly. She swallowed a hot mouthful of her tea. ‘Tomorrow. I just need to make it through tomorrow then I’m home free. Safe and sound.’ She watched his head slowly shake back and forth as he played and she knew his eyes were closed.  He appeared to be in a trance.  

Like they had both been the night before. 

When he was finished the roomful of observers applauded and Callum reached down to grab his beer and took a swig. A long one. He ran his fingers through his thick hair and nodded his head in response to something said in his headphones. 

Ainsley, we need you in the room with Callum. We are going to try and record you both together. We are going to do this Old School style. 

She swallowed again and removed her headphones. ‘Shit! Fuck! Shit!’ she took her cup with her into the music studio and smiled softly at Callum.  

Hello, angel he purred as he looked at her through sleepy eyes. His lashes appearing longer than she remembered them to be. We are going to do this thing. I know we will make mad music together. 

Uh-huh. She took another drink from her tea and put on another pair of headphones. Whatever she did, she could not make eye contact.   

Let’s take it from the top you two. Brandon again. Ains, sing it like you do and Callum, come in when you feel it. We are just going to sit here and see what comes up. 

They both nodded. She positioned herself at a mic and hooked her thumbs in her back pockets. Callum looked over at her and smiled. It’s all you, angel. 

The music cued and she began. 

At first Callum was taken aback. He expected to hear a nice voice but he never expected to hear anything so soulful.  She smoothed out the lines of the song like warm butter. Her highs and lows blended into one another as if they were one, effortlessly pouring from her tender mouth. The pauses and rests made it seem like she was singing to someone in conversation. 

Her curls were loose and framed her face, falling to barely touch her shoulders. The tank top she wore fit close and hugged her torso down to the tops of her low rise, straight leg Levis. Tears at the thighs exposed touches of her light, mocha skin underneath.  She had it. She had it all. 

He closed his eyes to listen and started to play. 

*                          *                          *  

In the car Ainsley turned her phone back on. Her hands shook with excitement and nerves and she was having a hard time harnessing the energy. She had to call home. She had to drop the bomb. The line rang on the other end twice before her husband answered. Hey, babe! 

You are not going to believe what I am about to tell you! she practically screamed through the phone. Guess what I am about to tell you! 

You won a million playing craps. 

No Aaron, although that would be great too. She giggled with excitement. I’m on my way to perform at the All Music Festival concert! She leaned back in the seat and kicked her feet in the air sending one of her flip flops to the front of the limo. Bam! 

You’re bullshitting me, Aaron replied in disbelief. 

No, no, no, no I’m not! 

What are you doing? Singing?  

Well yes, what else would I be doing? She popped her lips. I’m singing a tribute to Amy Winehouse! 

That’s real good!  Wish we were there to see it. He turned from the phone. Hey you two, mommy’s singing at the All Music Festival concert tonight! Crazy screams in the background.  Genesis’ friends were obviously over. That’s crazy. babe. A pause. I’m really proud of you. 

I just can’t believe it. She settled down, her eyes misting. It just happened. I never saw it coming. She laid across the limousine seat and covered her face with her arm. I never would have thought. 

"You singing alone? 

No, I will be performing with a group called Wicked. 

He took the phone from his face again. She is singing with a group called Wicked. More screams.  This time much, much louder. 

Mommy! Do you have any idea who that is? Genesis yelled into the phone OMG, Mommy, they are the best! More screaming in the background. 

Ainsley laughed at their excitement. Strange, but she wished she was there telling them in person. I am on my way there now. Curtain call in about an hour. 

Don’t forget to get their autographs for me, Mommy, please! Genesis started to get emotional. 

I will, I will! she laughed into the phone. I promise. 

We are going right this minute to see if we can pick it up online so we can watch it live! Genesis gave the phone away and could be heard running, screaming through the house. 

Hello?  

Mommy? It was Jacob. Are you for real? 

Hey, Man, it’s for real. She smiled, hearing his voice. 

I’m happy for you. Aren’t you glad you went there? Aren’t you glad you took the producers up on their offer? His voice sounded warm. 

I am, buddy. Thanks for talking me into it. 

Are you nervous? 

Very, she answered honestly. "But I’m all a bundle of crazy excitement like I hit the Lottery. 

You did, Mommy. Your dreams are coming true. This is what you were meant to do.   

She was silent for a moment, fighting back the tears. She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or shout. All she knew was her emotions were in a whirlwind. Let me talk to your daddy. I’ve got to go and get my head right. 

Love you, Mommy. You’ll be great, I know   

"Love you too. 

The phone changed hands again. You there? It was Aaron again. 

Well, I have to go and get my head in the game. She sniffed then let out a long sigh. 

You’ll be fine. You always do great when it matters. He paused. I wish I was there to watch it live. 

Wish me luck, huh? 

Break a leg, babe. Love you. 

Love you too. 

The door of the limo opened and the driver held his hand out to assist her. She licked her lips and slid, first, across the long side seat to retrieve her flip flop. After putting it on, she stepped out into the hot air. It was at least 89 degrees but she managed to have chicken skin. 

A woman sporting a headset with mic met her outside the car at the back doors of the Hard Rock. Miss Ainsley, right this way. She walked ahead talking into her mic, giving a list of things that were going on and needed to be done. They both stepped into a long hallway with many different doorways and people which whom none looked familiar. 

Ainsley kept her eyes open trying to make sense of everything going on around her. She could hear muffled music from the main stage where they were doing sound checks. The hum of the crowd as they found their seats. Voices of managers, roadies, and musicians faded in and out as she passed each doorway.  

The lady with the headset stopped walking ahead of her and motioned toward a door. This is you right here. I will send makeup in right away. As quickly as she arrived at Ainsley’s car, she was gone.

Ainsley walked into the room in which a couple of others sat and waited. They were obviously press with their digital recorders and PRESS badges dangling around their necks. She sat at one of the high chairs in front of a very large and lighted mirror. She looked at herself in the reflection and stared. This was it. This was what was happening to her. She was about to be on stage in front of thousands, with millions more watching via satellite and billions more reading about it in papers and magazines later. She drew in a long, deep breath. This was it. 

Ainsley? A very attractive woman peaked her head into the room. 

Yes, she answered.   

The makeup artist placed her very large case on the counter and opened it. Then turned to look at her. Wow, she said as if pleasantly surprised. You are gorgeous! Your skin is flawless! 

Ainsley blushed. Thank you. Good genes. 

I agree. She held out her hand. My name is Ginger and I will be your makeup artist for tonight. However, I don’t think there is much for me to do. I mean…something to brighten the eyes and bronze up the skin so you don’t get drowned out by the lights. But that’s it. She searched through her makeup collection and got to work. She was silent and soothing in her application of Ainsley’s makeup. 

This, Ainsley was grateful for.  It gave her time to relax and absorb her surroundings. When she agreed to record hooks, she never planned to perform live. And to top it off, she was about to sing with a pretty popular group by the sound of her daughter and her friends. 

The building thundered but Ginger did not seem to hear it. The music came alive in a muffle and Ainsley knew the show was beginning. She drew in another deep breath and let it out slowly. Ginger stopped what she was doing and looked down into her face concerned. You nervous? Ainsley slowly nodded her head. Don’t worry girlfriend, you got this. I see star quality all over you.  Trust me, I know one when I see one. And I have been around a few in my line of work.  

Ainsley, you ready? Brandon peaked his head into the room. 

She nodded, which was all she seemed to be able to do. 

They are just about ready for you. 

She stood to her feet and paused to let Ginger dust a spot here and there on her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again to make sure she had clothes on. She had no intention of living the nightmare of her being on stage naked. Everything was intact. Her low rise Levis, White tank top with a bit of her black bra showing at her chest. Ginger sprayed her curls with water, fluffed them and put a blinged-out pin at the top side to hold it from her face. She gave her a two thumbs up and stepped away. 

Ainsley followed Brandon down the hall with two large men at her flanks. The three of them walked in silence and the crowd of people parted to let them by. As the music got louder, the tension got worst. The energy was too much so she stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t. 

Come on, Ains, you got this, Brandon cheered her on. 

I need a drink, she whispered, her throat feeling as if it was closing in fear. 

Someone get her some water! Brandon yelled, to anyone nearby. 

No! A drink! she stressed, and almost immediately a shot glass of amber liquid was put before her.  She took it and threw it back. Its liquid burned her throat as it went down. That was it. That’s what would settle her down. She blew a breath out of her mouth and was hurried ahead again. 

Someone new joined them and grabbed hold of her upper arm to speak in her ear. Another fiddled with her tank top, working quickly to connect her to the box for her earpiece. The music was much too loud for any real conversation. Callum will be doing a solo. The man holding her arm spoke. At that time security will lead you out along the side of the stage for you to enter at the end of the catwalk. After you perform, you will come down off stage the same way you went on.  It’s going to be crazy but don’t worry. James and Dil are going to make sure you’re covered. Whatever you do, do not leave them. Look at them as your salvation. He was gone as quickly as he appeared.   

At that time James and Dil both took an arm and stood at the side door, ready to lead her out on cue. A pair of hands appeared in her peripheral vison to secure her earpiece in her ear. Did you want both ears in? the woman asked. Ainsley shook her head as her refusal. Brandon was nowhere to be found. You’re good. Break a leg. Then she was gone. 

The crowd roared as the guitar blared through the air of the auditorium. The house was on fire with its sound and Ainsley slipped off her flip flops to feel the energy of the crowd through the floor. She was ready. There was no stopping her now. Her legs began to tremble with anticipation and the shot she took was beginning to hit her. Oh yeah, this was going to be good.   

James leaned down into her ear. It’s time. Stage hands opened the door and they passed through into the crowded auditorium. Screaming girls and guys with arms pumping into the air as they seemed lost in the high pitched sound of Callum’s guitar. Ansley looked to the stage and found him playing, with his head down, curled over the instrument as if he were a mad scientist at work. His hair was wet as was his chest and arms. All he had on was a pair of skinny, black jeans paired up with slip on skate shoes. He paused in his playing and turned to face his band mates. He showed off his wingspan like he did the night before and Ainsley caught sight of the tattoo that adorned his back and arms. It was indeed, a wingspan that started at his spine and stretched down his arms to taper at his wrists. From what she could see, it was beautiful and well suited. 

He slowly turned back to face the crowd and let them go crazy for a moment longer before continuing his solo. He played and played and the crowd got worked up into a frenzy. He cocked his head to look in Ainsley’s direction and began to walk the length of the catwalk as they made their way to the end. He stopped. A roadie reached up from the side of the catwalk and handed him a towel, taking his guitar from him. He wiped down his arms, face and chest, causing the girls and women to go absolutely crazy. He threw the used towel out into the crowd and the starved women fought each other for it. The same roadie handed him the candy apple, red guitar and he put the strap over his head and shoulder.  

The crowd quieted and be began to play the first line of Winehouse. Upon recognizing the tune, the crowd went wild again. Again, he stopped. A spotlight illuminated the drummer on the main stage and he began to pound the kit. Dun-tat. Ta-dun-dun-tat. Dun-tat. Ta-dun-dun-tat.

Hearing her cue, a roadie handed Ainsley a mic. Dil helped her climb the stairs of the catwalk where Callum met her and reached out his hand to assist her up the rest of the stairs to where he was. Walking backwards, he led her out to the middle, looking at her the way he had the night before on the dance floor while their spotlight followed them. Amidst the pounding of the drums people can be heard screaming from the high seats. As her eyes gazed into Callum’s face she sang. 

Meet me downstairs in the bar and hurt…..

At the first lines, the auditorium went alight with energy and sound. Her hair on her neck stood on end.  

Callum positioned himself at her back and pressed his jaw against her temple. He reached across her chest to her shoulder and brushed his fingers against the bare skin of her chest. He stepped back and wiped his fingers on the length of his guitar strings, rubbing his fingers together at the base before he began to play.  

She dropped her gaze down to the front row of fans and saw a girl crying, tears streaming down her face as if she were hurt. Next to her a guy stood dazed, staring up at her, wishing she would touch him.  She squatted and peered down into his face reaching her hand out in his direction. 

…I cheated myself, like I knew I would.  I told you I was trouble. You know that I’m no good…

Callum listened and watched her as he played. Earlier that afternoon, he knew they made magic together. He knew she had an effect on him. He never thought others were effected by her in the same way. But as he looked in the faces of his fans, he knew she was something special.  He saw guys screaming for her attention, reaching their hands out to her. He watched them do for her what the women did for him.  Did she even notice the impact she had on them? 

He noticed her bare feet and how they were black on the bottom from the floor. He noticed how she never looked straight at anyone while she moved across the catwalk. He saw how she opened herself to the audience, her body moving as smoothly as her voice moved in and out of the notes keeping them wanting more. He had to touch her. He had to. 

He made his way to her and took the guitar strap from around his neck, opening his arms to include her with him. He placed the guitar against her belly, same as the night prior, and continued to play while she sang.  

The crowd responded in approval, and a smiled played across her lips, everyone screaming for her. She melted against him, cradled almost, in his arms as he played. 

Her eyes closed, leaving Callum to play solo for a bit. She breathed, feeling the vibration of his guitar.  Lost in the feel of him as he played, she was unaware he was fighting to maintain his focus.  

Suddenly, he stopped playing. Nothing.  

In their silence the crowd grew louder, begging them for more. Girls and grown women screamed from the frustration of not being her. Guys screaming, with faces stressed, not knowing why. The drums, the only thing heard from the stage.

Callum tenderly rubbed his face alongside hers and whispered in her ear. You hear them? They don’t want you nearly as much as I do, angel. 

She smiled and brought the mic back to her mouth and raised her head from his shoulder. 

I cheated myself…

The crowd roared again as she looked out across the audience. 

He opened up his arms and moved to her side and fell to his knees. He laid back on the stage, his guitar against his stomach and continued to play the last few notes of the song. Fans reached over the edge of the stage with hopes to touch him. 

"…I told you I was trouble.

You know that I’m no good."

Done. They ended right on time, in sync, as if they