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| Book 2 Mon Amour |
Back to book 3, this one goes more in depth with the twins and Rylands sudden desire for a third. It's a little scary too as Valios makes an appearance in this story. I also introduce Wade and Waylon Mooney into the fold and there is a special appearance by Kajika as well. It's a long one, look for it to be released by Halloween or the first week of November.
Unedited Excerpt
“I’m wavering, I’m sinkin into the
abyss, with you,” Wade Mooney strummed his acoustic guitar on the steps of the
Down Home lounge. Because he was good friends with the owner, he allowed him to
use this place as his stage while the place was closed. Wade wished he could
get some kind of big time deal to support himself and mother in her time of
need. The money from his brother Waylon only went so far.
As he continued to wail, a small crowd
gathered around him, clapping to his melodies and moving to the beats with him
and his background band. Despite the fact they did pretty good with the change,
bus cards, and food from onlookers, it was never enough. Wade really hated
taking money from his more successful brother all the time. He paid his rent,
gave him cash anytime he asked for it and Wade was starting to feel like more
of a burden. Still, Wade knew his sibling didn’t mind. The kind hearted Waylon
Mooney would never say no.
Besides that, much of Waylon’s Money
went to taking care of their sick mother. The insurance she had only went so
far and the bills had gotten out of control. Wade knew he had to do something
so robbing the old lady he’d helped over the last couple of months was
necessary. Sure he felt guilty but she was too rich to notice the three
thousand he’d taken anyway.
“My, my, my…little sister…can’t stop
thinkin about your love.” Wade rolled his eyes at the lyrics his band mate had
written. Wade could care less about a woman but his drummer, Dave, didn’t think
any tunes about manlove would go over well with the masses. Wade mentioned
artists like Adam Lambert but David balked at it, saying he wouldn’t be singing
any “faggot” songs. At times, Wade wished he could ask David to leave the band,
but he was by far the best drummer they’d played with.
“Sing it, babe.” Interrupting him, a
pretty young woman yelled out to Wade, dancing to the beat and snapping her
fingers in front of the small crowd. As if on stage, she twirled around and
maneuvered her body, much to everyone’s enjoyment.
Despite not being attracted to the
ladies, he took pleasure in seeing someone dance to one of their tunes. “Go on,
baby… go for it, now.” Wade continued to strum, looking away from woman to
concentrate on his notes. He loved the interaction of the crowds and wished his
band could land regular gigs to make extra money. Of course if that happened there
would have to be changes if they were to be successful. The question was how
far Wade was willing to go to get to the top? This was the reason Wade’s Nola
Connection Band stayed in the shadows even here in their own state. Wade was
too headstrong to change and too lazy to do a lot more than what he had to. If
only he had the same drive as his brother Waylon, then he might not be in this
situation.
One more lyric and couple of picks of
the strings and Nola Connection was done with this set. At the close of the
song, people cheered and applauded, leaving change and dollar bills in the
small case before them. Much to Wade’s chagrin the song his drummer wrote seemed
to be quite a hit every time they sung it. Too bad he couldn’t change the words
around to fit his sexual preference.
“Hey, see there, man… see…” David ran up
behind, clasping him on the back. “Told ya that song would be a crowd pleaser.”
Smiling wide, he crouched down, picking up the wads of money in the guitar
case.
“Yeah, yeah, alright, you told me… still
it don’t mean nothin’, dude. When we get some kind of regular gig or a deal then come talk to me.” Wade glared at
David and his other guitarist, Sid grabbing handfuls of the cash. Yeah he liked
the money a whole lot but could care less about this chump change. The fact
remained he was still broke, living off his brother when he, the older of the
two, shouldn’t be such a moocher. Wade knew he should be setting the example,
not following it.
David looked up from his kneeling
position with discerning eyes. “Well, when you gonna get that for us, Wade? I
mean, we been waiting for your lazy ass to come through with something. Unlike
you, me and Sid got day jobs and families to feed. We don’t need this as much
as you do but yet, you ain’t done a whole lot to make things happen.”
Wade’s brows furrowed and he tossed his
guitar pick away. “Fuck you, man! I’ve been making some calls to get things
going, right? I talked with a couple of bars in Metarie about playing there and in Mississippi.”
“Yeah, at the same tired places we been
at man? What about deals, what about sending our shit to some companies or
having people come check us out, here? I thought that was your main focus, man?”
Wade grimaced when David spewed the same
idiotic nonsense he’d heard before. “Dude, people don’t do that shit anymore;
they DIY every fucking thing. You put your shit on Facebook, upload on Youtube
which I’ve done… We got over six hundred thousand hits for some of our street
performances, man. Just hoping to get noticed by someone, that’s all. It will
happen too…mark my words, man.”
David held his hands up. “Alright, man.
Don’t forget, this is mostly your
dream. And again, you won’t get very far singin’ songs about boys when you are
one. That guy Lambert got lucky…” He stuffed a few bills in his pockets as did
Sid. “Left most for you, dude. Why don’cha buy some new duds with it or
something?” I gotta get to work.”
“Yeah me too, man. See ya tomorrow
night, then?” Sid snapped his case closed and slung it over his back.
“Yeah, later dudes.” Wade waved them
away and dropped to his knees, taking the rest of the money for himself. As
much as he wanted to buy some clothes, he couldn’t, knowing tonight’s money
would be for groceries for the next three days. Too bad for that too because many
of the pairs of jeans he owned were starting to show wear and tear. Perhaps
Waylon would take pity on him and take Wade shopping when he arrived back in
town in the next few weeks. Waylon hardly said no to his brother and Wade was
mighty grateful for this fact.
Sighing, he loaded his own jean pockets
with the last of the money and placed his guitar on the case. The Down Home was
due to open any minute now and he needed to move before the masses made their
way inside. Perhaps he’d stick around a moment, especially to meet that hot man
who he ogled a few days ago.
Mmph…
That creature, that man was strikingly beautiful.
He was so damn shy he refused to come out of the shadows. The poor man must’ve
been so afraid he hid behind a car, trying to stay away. Wade wished he didn’t.
Someone so beautiful shouldn’t be covering
themselves. But before he could react or introduce himself, he was gone and
hadn’t come back to this spot since.
“Where are you sexy man?” Wade tilted
his head to the side, peering at the people gathering at the entrance to get
into the club. This was however one of the best places in the quarter for
people to enjoy cheap drinks and great music. Tourists flocked to the Down Home
because of its favorable reputation. Wade lifted his case and nodded at
onlookers. “Have fun ladies and gents and when you come out don’t forget to tip
your friendly street performer.” Wade yanked his pack of cigs out his pocket and
headed to the corner.
Wade’s routine everyday was to play on
the steps with the band then on the sidewalk to perform alone. Here he’d be
able to do his own songs without
worrying about David or Sid.
With his Marlboro hanging from his
mouth, he pulled out his guitar and popped a squat on the blanket be used as a
seat. Softly, he stroked the strings, thinking about the gorgeous stranger who
ran away.
Hope you enjoyed! If you haven't read book one follow the link here.
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