Page 71 of Hard Rock Fling
This. This was exactly why I'd called it off. One look and I was ready to melt. One look and my heart throbbed with longing.
I made the right choice,I told myself.None of it was real. It was just sex.
And that's all it was ever going to be.
"Glad you all could make it." The radio DJ walked in a few seconds after the band members took their seats. She wore a plain navy shift-style dress but was well accessorized with thin silver and gold necklaces around her neck and matching bracelets.
I wondered if she always dressed up for work, or if this was because she was interviewing a famous rock group. She appeared tired with bags under her eyes, which explained the extra large coffee she carried. I watched with the other assistants and interns behind the mirror as she shook hands with them all and made her greetings.
"Nice to meet you all. My name's Tonya." She sat and took a huge gulp of her coffee before continuing. "If you don't mind, I'll go over a few of the questions I'll be asking, so we can make sure the interview goes off without a hitch."
"Our manager sent over a list of questions you're to ask us." August gave Tonya a pointed stare.
"Yes, I've read them. I won't go off script too much, but sometimes interviewee answers take us to interesting places. If we're veering too close to a subject you don't wish to talk about, let me know."
Cameron leaned over and whispered something to Noah, who let out a small snort.
"Mostly I'll be asking about your new album," she continued. "Your inspirations, where you got your ideas, things like that. Noah, I'll also be asking about the meaning of the lyrics. You're the main lyricist, right?"
Noah nodded shortly.
"And August, you're the main composer?"
"That's right. Although we all work together to finalize every piece."
"Actually, each of us has worked on individual songs," Cameron said, "so there's at least one written and composed solely from each member on this album."
Tonya's eyes lit up. "I'll be sure to ask each of you about that." Her eyes shifted to a digital clock on the wall counting down and hurriedly took another few mouthfuls of coffee. "We'll be on air in about thirty seconds. Put on your earphones and sit closer to the microphones."
The band arranged themselves in time for the ten second mark. The on-air light flipped on. Tonya immediately broke out into a huge smile as she spoke into the microphone and introduced her guests. The smile made her voice sound cheerful and wide awake. Maybe that was her own version of fake-it-til-you-make-it.
"So fellas," Tonya asked, bright and chipper. "First things first. Why don't you say hello to your fans who are listening. Our social media feed exploded when we announced you'd be on."
"Our fans are the absolute best," Cameron said. He leaned into the microphone. "You hear that guys? We wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. We love each and every one of you."
"I can practically hear the screams from here," Tonya said. "You just set aflame the hearts of a hundred girls."
"Only a hundred?" Cameron sounded insulted.
"You're lucky if it's a hundred," Noah muttered, his arms folded over his chest. Cameron made a face at him.
"Is that why you always strip on stage?" Tonya asked. "To appease your fans?"
"Nothing makes girls cream in their panties more than a shirtless guy in jeans. And I would know." He gave a smug grin.
Tonya moved on smoothly, "let's talk about your new songs. I've heard it's a concept album. Can you tell us a little bit about it?"
"The theme of the album is the rise and fall of a relationship," August answered. "From first love, to passionate sex to heartbreak."
"And the album was a team effort?"
"We all worked together closely to make it the best we could," Damon answered.
"Noah, how do you feel about singing other people's lyrics?"
"It's fine."
Cameron nudged him with an elbow. Noah grumbled quietly, but sat up and answered.
