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likely his smartest move.
He did it anyway.
 We were fifteen when we first put the band together Dominic, Nick, Danny, and
me. We spent six years playing the local clubs before we got any recognition, two more
before we were signed.
He recalled the day they signed that first contract the excitement, the belief in
their dream and their music. He could recall exactly what he and Danny had done to
celebrate that day they d gotten pissed. It was a tradition that continued for years.
 The sudden jump to fame is a hard one. You work your whole life for something,
go nowhere fast, and then one day, you re labeled an overnight success. Anything we
wanted was suddenly ours for the taking. Drugs. Alcohol. Women. Bloody hell, the
women. Each of us handled it differently, some of us better than others. Me, I took
advantage, he admitted, chagrined.  After all, I wasn t stupid. Okay, maybe a bit
stupid.
Incredibly stupid. Of course, years later, he saw the mistakes, the risks. He knew
how differently his story could have ended.  I was reckless, I admit, we all were. But
we never considered the risks. Nothing was going to happen to us, we were
invincible.
She remained silent, allowing him to tell his story in his own way.
 It got out of hand the drinking, women, and touring. We were touring steadily,
city after city after city. After a while, it all blurs together. There were times I don t
know how I functioned, how I got through a show. It got so I couldn t get out of bed in
the morning without a shot of bourbon to get my blood moving.
 One night, I can t tell you where we were I put my glass down and looked
around. I looked at the mass of people crowding the room and I asked myself,  who are
these people? The room suddenly came into focus. For the first time I realized I didn t
know half of the people about me and those whose names I did know, didn t know the
real me.
He had her complete attention. She chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, eyes
sober as she looked at him.
 They only saw who they wanted to see. They didn t see that I was miserable. That
I hated the turn my life had taken and was drowning my sorrows in alcohol and
meaningless sex.
 What did you do? she asked softly.
 What could I do? I got pissed.
Her mouth thinned.  You got drunk, she stated in disbelief.
 I did. The night Danny died, I was drunk. Not a big surprise. By that time, I had a
bottle in my hand day and night. I didn t know Danny had started using, that he was
mixing drugs and alcohol.
He d been too busy fighting his own demons, dealing with his own disillusionment
to notice his friend s.
 I didn t know...until it was too late. I found him, he said, his voice tight with
anguish.  It was so unreal. It didn t seem possible that he could be dead. I mean, how
could he be dead? He was always so alive. But he was cold when I touched him, pale
and unresponsive.
Danny!
 I tried to bring him back, to will him back to me.
Don t do this, Danny.
 I was too late.
Her eyes glimmered with sympathy. She offered no meaningless platitudes, and he
was glad.
 That was it for me. I stayed long enough to fulfill our contractual obligation, then
I quit. Quit drinking, quit making music. I went back to London, found a real job.
 Which you hated.
 You ve heard this story? He brushed his knuckles down her cheek, ridiculously
pleased when she didn t shift away.  I found I could not deny what I am. I m a
musician. So I m back to making music. Only, this time, we re older, wiser. It s about
the music now, not the fame. I d sing to a group of ten as eagerly as a sold-out
stadium.
She studied him for a minute before stating,  I have one problem with your story.
 Just one?
 You still drink.
 It s not something I do with regularity.
 I see you in here pretty regular.
He grinned.  I order lager, but I don t drink it. Isn t that what sparked your
question?
 Then why do you come here?
 It s not for the alcohol.
 I don t& understand.
She really didn t.  Isabeau. He cupped her chin, smoothed his thumb across her
bottom lip.  I come here to see you.
Her breath hitched.  Oh.
 Yeah. Oh. She got to him, dammit. He wanted to kiss her. Pull her off her stool [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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