Page 3 of Meant To Be - Irresistible Bachelors

I stretch a bit as I walk to the front of the room. Everyone is in place and ready to dance their hearts out. Jane presses play on the stereo, and the music blares through the speakers so loud that I can feel the vibration of the beat through the floor. I take a deep breath as I allow the music to take over my body.

“And five, six, seven, eight!” Jane shouts.

I try my best to focus on hitting every step, but I can’t get Leo Colt out of my mind. In just a few short days, we’re going on tour together. We’ll be with each other every day for the next two months.

He probably doesn’t have a clue who I am. I have a successful music career, but I doubt he’s ever listened to any of my songs. After all, he is a rock legend, and I’m a pop diva. We’re from two completely separate genres. Not to mention the fact that my career in music began around the time he decided to take a hiatus. Our two paths have never crossed, but somehow, we’ve now ended up on tour together.

All my life, I’ve dreamed of meeting the rocker with a sensual baritone voice, and in a few days, my dream will come true. I think I’m more excited to meet Leo Colt than Kenny is, but I’ll have to hide my excitement. I don’t want him to think I’m some annoying fan who obsesses over him and draws hearts around his vintage posters.

But his music speaks to my soul and makes me want to know what being in love feels like. I can’t wait to meet the man behind the voice that makes my heart race with every lyric he sings. Maybe it’s silly of me to have a major crush on one of the world’s greatest rock stars, but just thinking about him right now makes me feel all warm inside. I’ll have to hide the way I feel and be nonchalant about the meeting and the tour, though. Dating another musician is completely taboo, especially one his age. I’ll just have to crush on him from afar and keep our relationship strictly professional.

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Leo

A blank piece of paper sits in front of me, waiting to be filled with lyrics just as great as the ones I’ve written time and time again, but my mind is blank. I can’t think of a single word to write. This isn’t my first time in a recording studio, but for some reason, this place feels foreign. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even be going on this tour. My manager Rocky convinced me to latch onto a tour with Nikki Minx, a girl half my age. He said my fans need to have access to me and that touring and making appearances is vital to my brand, but I don’t understand how touring with a young pop singer is supposed to help my image.

I’m a rock god; I don’t sing to trendy beats and create music for teenage girls. We’re from two completely different worlds. Rocky claims we’re a perfect match for each other, but I don’t see it. She’s a talented musician, but I just can’t see how a collaboration between us is supposed to help either of our careers. I’m sure her teenage fans don’t want to hear my music; I was writing songs before most of them were born.

Rocky says it’ll all work out, but I guess I’ll believe that when I see it. It’s been two decades since the last time I’ve toured with anyone, and that was back when I was in a boy band. Touring with a group is part of the reason why I decided to go solo in the first place. My ex-bandmates were more concerned about partying than they were about performing. I knew if I wanted to be successful, I was going to have to do it alone.

After I left the band, my career took off. I released hit after hit, and I became a superstar before I was even an adult. I sold out concerts and rocked some of the largest stadiums in the world. I was on top of the world, and I had women throwing themselves at me. It was every rock star’s dream, but when I was at the peak of my career, I decided to walk away. I was living the dream, but I was far from happy.

The studio started controlling what music I could and couldn’t put out, and I felt like I had lost all control of my creativity. I wanted to write my own songs like I had been doing my entire career, but they tossed out everything I wrote and brought in a team of writers to write for me. I was very successful and making a lot of money, but music just wasn’t the same for me. It wasn’t fun and liberating anymore; instead, it was job – one I had grown to hate.

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