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I inhale sharply and press down on the keys. Closing my eyes, I open my mouth and allow the song to carry me along. After I sing one verse and chorus, I force my eyelids to open and I slide my fingers back down into my lap. I bite my lip and wait for some response. The silence is deafening.

Ryker grins broadly. "See, didn't I tell you she was amazing, Beckett?"

"Yeah, she's not bad." Beckett shrugs.

The air leaves me and I feel deflated.
Not bad?
I seriously do not need to stay here and be insulted by this egomaniac any longer. I'm just about to push away from the keyboard and stalk out of the garage when Beckett swaggers over to me and shoves a piece of paper in my hand.

"Now let's see how well you harmonize." He glances around the room. "You guys stay out for this. This is just going to be me and Star."

I feel dizzy as I snatch the paper from his hand. The thought of singing with him is enough to keep my butt planted on the seat. Remembering the raspy, rich tone from the night before makes me feel giddy. He slings the guitar over his shoulder, and it catches on his shirt lifting it slightly to reveal his naval and the top of his boxers that creep above his sagging jeans. I avert my gaze and feel my face warm.

He looks up at me, his dark eyes piercing mine. "We'll just run the chorus. You can play if you want to, but if you just want to sing that's fine too."

I nod, glancing down at the paper and taking in the chords and lyrics. Reaching up, I touch the keys. Beckett strums his guitar and I watch him press his lips up to the microphone. It makes me want to take back my desire to be the water bottle. Clearly the mic would be a better choice. When he opens his mouth to sing, I shake away the inappropriate thoughts and focus on the music.

The harmony is simple enough, and as I listen to our voices blend together beautifully a warm feeling swirls in my stomach. I can tell that the other guys hear it too, because they nudge each other and exchange smiles and eyebrow raises.

You’re just one more thing I can’t have

Standing just outside my grasp

But it doesn’t really matter

Because good things never last

When we finish, I peer up at Beckett feeling pleased about the performance.

"I'm sorry." Beckett frowns at me, and my stomach sinks. "I'm just not sure if this is
gonna work out. But thanks for stopping by."

I struggle to stand up, my legs rubbery. As I push away from the keyboard with shaky fingers, my knees soften and I fear I'll fall over. I feel like an idiot; like I've made a complete fool of myself. Without saying a word, I pick up my purse, stalk out of the garage and race to my car.

"Wait! Star!" Ryker calls out, his footsteps pounding behind me.

I whip around.
Ryker jogs in my direction. From over his shoulder I can see the other band members watching from the open garage. Well, everyone except for Beckett. He's kneeling on the ground, fidgeting with a string on his guitar.

"Why did you even invite me here?" I ask angrily. "Clearly Beckett isn't interested in having a backup singer."

"Look, I'm reallly sorry about how Beckett acted in there." Ryker runs a hand over his perfectly styled hair.

I soften a little at his words. He's not the person I'm mad at anyway. "It's not your fault. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to try out." I unlock the door to my car and reach for the handle.

"Just give it time. I know Beckett will come around."

I shake my head. "No, I don't think that's going to happen."

"We've been talking about how badly we need another singer for awhile, and everyone thought you did a great job."

I snort. "Well, everyone except for Beckett, and he is the lead singer and the band is named after him. So, I think it's a safe bet that you're new backup singer won't be me." I tug open the door and slide inside. "See
ya later, Ryker." Before he can stop me, I slam the door shut and turn on the engine.

Ryker
gives me a sad wave, and turns away. As I pull away from the curb I see him walking back to the garage with sagging shoulders. Feeling eyes on me, I gaze into the garage and see Beckett staring directly into my eyes. I shiver from the intensity of his gaze. The look he gives me causes my heart to arrest. He looks like he's sad to see me go, but I know that's not possible. He's the one who practically threw me out. Facing forward, I force myself to just forget about the whole thing. Sure Beckett is hot, but he's a total jerk. Nothing is ever going to happen between us. In fact, I hope I never even see him again. Angry, I press harder on the gas and tear down the street. I'm grateful that I don't have to drive far before the campus comes into view.

I turn the corner and head toward the parking lot, anger still simmering through my veins. After parking in my usual spot, I turn off the car and bolt out into the cold night. I fling my purse over my shoulder and hug myself as I run toward the dorms, my heels clicking on the pavement.

When I step inside my dorm room I find Lola sitting cross legged on her bed, an open notebook in her lap. She's bent over it scrawling in it with a black pen. Her head jerks up when I slam the door closed. She pushes her hair out of her face, and smiles. "So, are you officially a member of Beckett?"

I shake my head, too mad to speak. Flinging my purse on my bed, I slump down onto it as well. The mattress slumps beneath my weight.

"What happened?" Lola slides the notebook off her lap and sits forward, allowing her legs to dangle off the side of the bed. She's wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt but she still looks stylish somehow.

I groan in frustration, running a hand over my face. "Beckett happened."

"Uh-oh." Lola purses her shiny red lips. "Was sexy rocker boy scared you're gonna steal his spotlight?"

"What?" I crease my forehead in confusion.

"Oh, come on. I saw the guy. He thinks he's God's gift to music. I'm sure once he heard how super talented you are he got scared. He doesn't need his backup singer to upstage him."

As sweet as Lola's words are, they don't ring true. "No, trust
me, he didn't seem very impressed with me."

"I'm still going with my theory."

"That's why I love you so much." I smile. "You should have seen how rude he was. How can someone that hot outside be so ugly on the inside?"

"Seriously?"
Lola's dark eyes bug out. "When it comes to guys, it's the hot ones I'm wary of. They're usually the biggest jerks."

"Yeah, I guess." I sigh, scooting back on my bed and pulling my bent legs up closer to my body. "I was just hoping Beckett would be different. Besides, it was kind of fun tonight when we sang together. It would have been nice to make it a regular thing."

"What about Ryker?" Lola asks.

"What about him?"

She shrugs. "Well, I mean, he's cute, and he seemed really nice."

Noticing the slight flush of her cheeks, I cock an eyebrow. "Lola, are you crushing on
Ryker?"

"That depends." She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"On what?"

"On how you feel about him?"

I swat away her words. "No, go for him. I'm not attracted to Ryker. I mean, he seems like a nice guy, but he's not really my type."

"Not like Beckett, huh?"

My chest tightens when she says his name. I remember how sexy he looked when he sang, and it turns my stomach. "I'm not into Beckett either." When I catch Lola raising her eyebrows at me I add, "At least, not anymore."

"If you say so."
Lola flashes me a wicked grin.

"I’m not." I stand up, feeling defensive. "He was arrogant and rude tonight. If I ever see him again it'll be too soon."

"Okay, I believe you." Lola throws up her palms. "But you can't let him stop you from pursuing your music. There's got to be another band you can join."

I roll my eyes, heading toward my dresser. "That's my Lola.
Always meddling." I yank open the top drawer and snatch out my fuzzy pajama top and pants.

"I'm serious."

"I didn't even really want to join a band." I whirl around, clutching the clothes to my chest.

"But you just said that it was fun."

I lean my back against the dresser. "It was." My mind flies back to those few blissful moments when Beckett and I were singing together. It was a rush, and the truth is, I'd give anything to experience it again.

"Then what's the issue? You're a musician, aren't you?"

I nod, biting my lip. "Yeah. I guess if it's meant to be it'll happen at some point." My stomach sinks when I'm reminded that it won't be with Beckett. I'm not sure I want to be in any other band. Even though I can't stand Beckett, he is super talented, and it would have been amazing to be part of his band. I try not to let disappointment overwhelm me at the thought. In fact, I try not to think about tonight at all. The whole thing is too depressing and humiliating to relive, even in my mind.

Acknowledgements:

I truly have the best job in the world. I get to spend all day living vicariously through my characters, experiencing new things and falling in love over and over again. But even more importantly, I get to work with the most amazing people.

I have made so many friends in the book community - authors, bloggers, readers, fans, and I'm so grateful for all of you.

Thank you to:

My author friends - Megan Squires, Cambria Hebert, Cameo Renae, Alexia Purdy, Alivia Anders, Trish Dawson, Tara West, Melissa Pearl Gunn, Airicka Pheonix, all the authors in Indie Inked and many more!

My fabulous PA – Cassie Chavez.
I am so appreciative of you!

My amazing street team!! Thanks for all your help!

All the bloggers and fans, my "adopted mama" Heather Andrews, and all those who read my books, I am truly grateful for you.

My betas - Megan Squires, Tiffany Tillman, Heather Andrews
, Cambria Hebert.

My family - Andrew, Eli,
Kayleen, Mom, Dad, Karissa, Matt, Lindsay, Kagen, Brittnie.

My editor - Auntie Boo, you do such an amazing job!

My cover – Brett, Erin, Juli, Lisa - you all rock!

And to all my friends and family, thank you!!

A note to my readers:

First off, I want to thank you for taking the time to read this novel. I truly am honored that you took the time to read it.

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