The following is a sneak preview of a work in progress. Moonlit Storm is book one of a four book series following the fictional rock band, Serpent Storm.
Megan Saunders re-invented herself after a traumatic life event. She became DJ Megan moon, Radio’s night shift pop princess.
Jacob Weathers has a sordid past and a lot of talent. He overcame his rough beginning to become rock god Jake Storm; lead guitar for the chart topping new band Serpent Storm.
A chance meeting puts Megan and Jake in each other’s sights. She finds him obnoxious yet attractive. He finds her fascinating yet naive.
As the public learns of their meeting, they both discover they’re being stalked; they think by each other.
As the truth starts to unfold, they are forced together for protection.
Tempers fly….and so do sparks.
Moonlit Storm Chapter 1:
“Good early morning, Orlando! You’re all just waking up, and it’s time for me to go home. I’ll leave you with the number one song this week, and my partner Alex is coming at ya next. This is Megan Moon, signing off.”
I played the number one song I had cued up and stood up to hug my friend. Alex Turner was the first friend I met when I moved to Orlando. He lives in the apartment building across the street from mine. He got me a job at the radio station, and I quickly became Megan Moon, Orlando’s radio pop princess on the night shift.
I changed my name to go with my fresh start. The moon is the light in the darkness of the night.
Alex returned my hug with force. “Alex, I can’t breathe,” I croaked. He laughed as he let go.
“Great show, Megs. I was listening on the way in,” He praised me.
“Thanks, bud. Good luck with the morning show.” I lightly punched his shoulder as I left the studio.
I made my way down to the ladies’ room before my drive home. I looked in the mirror and fluffed up my shoulder-length red hair, and took a second to look into my own green eyes in the mirror. I used to see those eyes look empty. Now, there was life in them again. I reached for my purse to grab my favorite watermelon lip balm when I realized I left my handbag in the studio.
“Ugh!” I said to myself in the mirror. The studio door is the opposite way of the exit. Frustrated by my forgetfulness, I stomped into the hallway. I turned toward the studio and ran right into someone coming out of the men’s room across the hall.
“Watch it!” I scolded the man, taking out my bad mood on him. His black shoes and ripped jeans came into view. I scanned my eyes up to his long, lean frame and found tattoos peeking out from under his black t-shirt, spiky black hair, and the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. His face appeared to be sculpted by God himself with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. There was a metal bar in one eyebrow.
I was staring.
“I’m sorry, it looks like neither of us was watching where we were going,” He said. There was the hint of an accent; I couldn’t place it, though. It was the tiniest bit of a southern drawl. He offered me a lopsided grin and had a dimple on his cheek. My stomach somersaulted. I was suddenly nervous.
“Well, look down once in a while, and you won’t run over us short girls,” I said, speaking of my 5’3″ frame.
“I wouldn’t want any harm coming to the fun-size section of Orlando’s beauties,” He said and winked at me.
My mouth dropped open for a rebuttal just as Alex called my name and ran up behind me, holding my handbag.
The cocky work of art sauntered off, whistling a familiar song, before heading into the company’s rock station studio.
“Oh my gosh, Megan, you were talking to Jake Storm! Tell me everything!” Alex paced in place, giddy beside me.
“Who?” I looked at him dumbfounded.
Alex rolled his eyes. “Megan, I swear sometimes you must live under a rock,”
“I do,” I teased him. “It’s across the street from your rock.”
Alex rolled his eyes again. “Anyway,” He carried out the word dramatically. “You were just talking to Jake Storm, of Serpent Storm? The hottest new bad boy rockers?”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Ugh, rock stars. Why do they think they can just get away with walking all over everyone? Literally. He walked right into me.”
“Honey, when you look like that, you can walk wherever you want to,” Alex was practically drooling at the door.
I shook my head. “Thanks for bringing my purse Alex. I’ll see you later?”
“You bet,” he said, kissing my cheek and heading back to our station.
“Jake Storm, of Serpent Storm,” I muttered to myself in my car. I flipped to the rock station just as a loud guitar riff exploded through my speakers.
“That was Serpent Storm’s latest single ‘bad love,'” I heard Jackson Fletcher, the rock DJ, say. “And here we are with the whole band now. Jake, thanks for joining us.”
“Sorry, I got caught up in the hallway by a tasty little morsel,” I heard the familiar accent say.
My mouth dropped open. “Tasty Morsel?” I repeated.
“Oh, well, that’s certainly excusable. I think your male fans will agree,” Jackson said.
I’ll remember to kick Jackson later, I thought.
“Yeah, Spicy little pint-sized redhead. Made my bleep hard.”
“Uh, Jake, we can’t say that on the radio,” Jackson said.
“Oh well, then can I say it’s a good thing she caught me coming out of the bathroom instead of going in, or I would have bleep everywhere,” came next.
“Nope, Jake, you can’t say that either,” Jackson cautioned.
“Censorship blows,” The rockstar added his opinion.
“That it does, my friend. It sounds like you met our very own pop princess, Megan Moon, out there.” Jackson informed him.
“Well, she can moon me any day,” Jake said.
That did it. I turned off the car and marched right back into the studio. I sat outside the rock station door until the interview was over and the band came out. Three other guys, all styled similar to Jake in varying degrees of rock hotness, emerged before I narrowed my eyes onto Jake at the end of the line.
“Whoa, boss, looks like you might get your wish. She looks pissed,” One of them said.
“Hey sugar, you come to show me that sweet ass of yours after the show?” He flashed me that grin again.
My stomach flopped temporarily until I remembered what came out of that gorgeous mouth. “No, Sir, I assure you I will not be showing you my ass or any other part of my clothed body. I just came to inform you that you’re an egotistical pig, and I don’t appreciate what you said.”
The band all stared at me; Jackson came out of the studio and stared at me as well. My focus never left Jake, who was still smirking at me. You could cut the tension with a knife.
“Oink,” Jake replied, cracking up his bandmates.
They all strolled down the hall toward a man who was yelling at them to move along. They had a soundcheck and three more interviews today before tomorrow’s concert.
I waited until they were out the door before screaming, “AUGH!” For a minute, I thought smoke would shoot out of my ears. I was only mildly concerned about the damage if it had.
Jackson eyed me, concerned. I turned to him. “And you,” I shouted. “Control your rockstars!” I kicked him in the shin.
I heard him yell out and grunt as he hobbled back into his studio before the current playset ended.
I marched back out to my car and started it up. I was only mildly satisfied by Jackson sounding strained as he did his intro into the next song.
I flipped the radio off and drove home, stewing over my encounter with that incorrigible, chauvinistic, asshole, gorgeous rockstar.
I marched into the house and threw my keys on the table. “Who does he think he is?” I asked my two siamese cats. They started weaving in and out of my feet, not caring what I was mad about, only that it was their breakfast time.
I let out a big sigh. “Come on, girls,” I filled the ceramic bowls with little fish on them that I had monogrammed with their names: Cleo and Sophie.
I had spent a day volunteering at the shelter last year. I was hosting a radio gig there, but I volunteered to do it. These two were the last of a litter from a rescued feral cat. They looked so sad, left all alone without their siblings. Even their mom had been adopted, thankfully. There was no way I was leaving without these kittens. They were almost identical, except Sophie had bright blue eyes and Cleo had one blue eye and one hazel eye.
The two munched happily on their breakfasts, uncaring of my foul mood. I moved on to get myself ready to sleep. I closed my black-out curtains from the daylight and climbed into bed. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, repeating what Jake had said about me. “Am I a tasty morsel?” I asked myself. I had no idea what defined morsel criteria.
It took forever to fall asleep, and I stayed knocked out much longer than usual. Eventually, Alex came in and climbed into the bed next to me, waking me up.
He knows I sleep late when I’m upset, so he raised his arm, indicating I should snuggle into him, which I did.
We stayed there for a long time. I soaked up Alex’s comfort before breaking the silence. “Alex, am I a tasty morsel?” I asked.
“What?” He asked, laughter in his inflection. “Sweetie, I am the wrong guy to ask that question. You know I play for my own team.”
“Well, you must certainly know if a member of the opposite sex is attractive. You don’t have to be attracted to them for that,” I replied.
Alex sighed. “Megan, you know you’re beautiful; where is this coming from?”
“Jake Storm, on the radio. He called me a tasty morsel and then said some vulgar things about our encounter this morning.”
“Well, of course, he did. He’s a badass rockstar. That’s like, his job,” Alex informed me.
“Funny, I thought his job was to make music. Isn’t that what he gets paid for?” I asked.
“Well, yes, but rockstars have a certain persona to uphold. People expect them to be heathens. He’s playing the role.”
“Alex, are you defending him calling me a tasty morsel?” I asked, sitting up.
“I’m just saying; I’d give him a taste of my morsel if he wanted,”
I made a face at Alex before hitting him with my pillow.
“Ow,” He said, laughing, mocking fake hurt. “Come on, lady, put pants on. I know what you need.”
“Oh? What do I need, Alex? Please enlighten me with more male wisdom today.”
“Chinese food,” He replied.
I sat and considered his thought. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll get pants.”
“That’s my girl,” Alex said, pulling me to him and kissing my temple. He got up and grabbed the jeans strung over the chair in the corner, and threw them at my face.
“Hey!” I cried as I caught the pants and laughed.
“Alright, come on, tasty morsel, put your cute ass in those jeans and let’s go!”
“You drove by the Chinese restaurant and saw Paul’s car in the parking lot, didn’t you?” I eyed Alex as I pulled on the jeans.
“Maybe,” he replied, blushing.
I smiled and shook my head. Paul is a waiter at the Chinese restaurant in our neighborhood. Alex had been eyeing him for a while but wasn’t sure of his orientation. Last weekend he saw Paul at an LGBT club dancing with another guy. The two smiled at each other however had both come with dates, so they couldn’t talk. Now that Alex knew, he was ready to flirt and had been staking out the restaurant for Paul.
“You guys will be so cute together!” I said.
“I know, right?” Alex replied. “Then we need to find you a man so we can double.”
“Absolutely not,” I replied. I hadn’t dated anyone regularly since Michael and didn’t plan on it. I went on dates here and there when I had an itch I needed scratched but no emotions. Michael spoke of marrying me one day. My one true love was gone, and the rest wouldn’t hold a flame to him. I wouldn’t see anyone Alex wanted to set me up with because I didn’t want to disappoint him when it didn’t work out.
“Why?” Alex whined.
As close as Alex and I had become, no one here knew my secret, and I preferred to keep it that way, even if I thought I could trust Alex.
“Well, you could always hook up with the badass rock star,” He waggled his eyebrow at me.
Never mind being my best friend. Alex is clearly crazy and needs to be committed.
“Stop looking at me like that!” He said, laughing. He must have read my thoughts.
We headed out and walked around the corner to the restaurant. Paul’s face lit up when Alex walked in, and then his eyebrows crinkled when he saw me. I needed to find a way to assert myself as best friend quickly before Paul thinks I’m Alex’s girlfriend.
We could seat ourselves, so we sat in Paul’s section, making him smile. He came over to take our drink order. “Welcome to China Dragon, you two. Are we celebrating a special date night?” He asked.
Alex and I looked at each other, and we both burst out laughing.
“Oh no,” I piped up. “I’m the bestie. Alex comes in here to admire you.”
Alex kicked me under the table.
Paul’s face lit up in a huge smile. “Would you like your tea and egg drop soup?” He asked Alex.
‘Yes, Please,” Alex replied, holding Paul’s gaze.
“I’d also like soup, and some ice water please,” I broke up the stare fest. I was hungry.
“Great, I’ll be right out with it,” Paul said and walked back toward the kitchen.
Alex watched him walk away and then turned at me. “What the fuck was that?” He asked.
“What?” I replied, playing dumb.
“Why would you tell that man I stare at him?”
“Because you do,” I shrugged.
“Well, I didn’t want him to know that!” Alex hissed at me.
“You should be thanking me. You two just had a moment,” I said, looking over my placemat full of Chinese history.
“Yes, which you just interrupted,” Alex said.
“Was I not allowed to eat or drink? I’m hungry,” I replied.
Alex sat back and rolled his eyes.
“Dude, he’s clearly into you. Ask him out!” I encouraged.
“No way!” Alex said.
“Why not?” He wasn’t making sense now.
“Because, what if he says no?”
“What if he says yes?” I shot back.
Paul returned with our soup and drinks.
“Hey Paul, we’re going to see a movie after this; maybe you’d like to come with us?” I asked.
Paul’s flashed me a huge smile. “Yeah, that’d be great. I get off at nine.”
“Oh, perfect. It’s already eight, so we can hang out here until you’re done and then go.”
“Sounds great! Do you guys know what you want to eat?” Paul asked.
I had completely forgotten to look at the menu.
“Alex, you go first, maybe Paul can recommend some things, and I’ll see if anything sounds interesting.”
Paul rattled off a bunch of seafood dishes, one of which Alex ordered. I don’t like seafood, Alex does, which Paul knew.
“I’ll just go with beef and broccoli, please,” I decided when they both stared at me.
“Great, I’ll go put these orders in,” Paul said, walking back to the kitchen.
Alex watched him walk away again and then turned back to me. “We’re seeing a movie tonight?” He asked.
‘We are now,” I replied, going back to study my placemat.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” Alex asked.
“Yes, but it’s still nice to hear,” I said, smiling at him.
Alex and I enjoyed dinner and then hung around waiting for Paul. The movie theater was just down the block, making an easy walk, and I would hang back to watch the chemistry.
“What time does the movie start?” Paul asked.
Alex had taken the liberty of actually looking up what’s playing and had decided on the new romantic comedy released.
“It starts at 10:30,” Alex said. “Megan has to be at the station at 2:00 am, so we have time.
“Great, can we run over to the hotel real quick? I have to pick up some paperwork from my uncle. I’ll drive,” Paul said, noticing that Alex and I had walked here.
“Sure,” I replied, heading toward the parking lot.
Paul unlocked his car, and I rushed in front of Alex to grab the back seat, allowing him to sit up front with Paul.
It was a short drive to the swanky hotel. Paul stopped at the desk and asked for his uncle. The desk clerk told him to head up to the penthouse suite. Alex and I raised our eyebrows at each other, following Paul to the elevator.
It took a while for the elevator to get to the top. I felt a little uneasy looking out of the glass, watching the floor get further and further away. Paul walked out and knocked on the door at the end of a short hallway. Alex patted me on the back, helping my stomach to settle.
My eyes widened as the man from the hallway rounding up Serpent Storm this morning answered the door. My stomach was tied in a knot. Please don’t let me be at the band’s hotel, I thought.
“Hey, uncle Marvin,” Paul greeted the man.
“Hey Paul, it’s good to see you!” The Man said, stepping out to hug Paul.
“Mom said I was supposed to come to get something from you?” Paul said.
“Yes, it’s in the other room. Come on in,” Marvin cracked the door open.
I heard chanting of “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Coming from inside. The band was here.
“You know what? I think I’ll wait for you guys in the lobby,” I said, turning to head back to the elevator.
“Nonsense,” Marvin said, “come on in. Have a drink if you want.”
“Hey, who’s out there? Did you order us, strippers?” I knew that voice. The door yanked open, and there stood Jake Storm. Shirtless and muscular, with a tattoo on one side of his chest and another phrase down his opposite side. I bit my tongue to try and stop the reaction I was having to him.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t my tasty little morsel,” he said, scanning me up and down.
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you stalking me, sweetness?” He asked.
I glared at him. “First of all, my name is Megan, not sugar or sweetness. And Second, I’m here with my friends and had no knowledge of you being here, or I certainly wouldn’t have come.”
“Man, I love them feisty,” Jake said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room.
“Hey, guys, you remember this little firecracker from this morning?” He called to the rest of the band.
“Aw, yeah, man, you got a stalker or what?” One of them asked. The man glanced at me with dark chocolate, brooding eyes. he had pulled his long wavy dark brown hair back in a low ponytail. A blank tank top over gray sweat pants showed off both arms fully sleeved in ink and left little to the imagination, not that I was looking.
“Pretty sweet, right?” Jake replied.
“I am hardly stalking him. I didn’t know he was here.” I said. He was still holding my arm, and I could feel my cheeks burning.
“Oh my God, she’s fucking adorable,” Another one chimed in. “Look at her blushing.” This one was a stark contrast to the other two, with spiky blond hair and eyes the color of the sky. He sat on the couch in dark jeans and a white shirt, staring at Jake and me.
The first one picked up a guitar in the corner of the room and started playing. He sang a ridiculous made-up song about the little firecracker following the rockstar.
Marvin returned with an envelope for Paul. “Here you go, just give this to your mom,” he said.
“Great, can we go now?” I asked.
Paul gave me a confused look. “Um, yeah, we’re done here.” He said.
“Fabulous.” I yanked my arm away from Jake and stormed out the door.
“She wants me,” I heard him say before the door closed.
Paul and Alex followed me in the elevator.
“What was all that about?” Paul asked.
Alex was still completely starstruck from just being in the same room as the band. Since when did my best friend, the pop DJ, listen to hard rock and metal?
“It’s nothing,” I answered Paul. “I just had a bad experience with Jake over at the station earlier.”
“Jake does tend to be a bit out there at times,” Paul said. “Strange, he was never like that as a kid.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Alex suddenly sprang back to life. “You grew up with Serpent Storm?”
“Yeah, I went to grade school with Jake for a bit before I moved away. I was back visiting, and my uncle and I went to a battle of the bands they were in. He started working with them from there.
“Oh, I need more info,” Alex said.
“No can do, pal. I shouldn’t have even told you that much,” Paul said.
We pulled up to the movie theatre. I suddenly didn’t feel up to it anymore. “Hey guys, you go on in. I think I’m just gonna head home.”
“Oh, we can do this another day. We can head out. I’ll take you guys home,” Paul said. I watched Alex’s face fall; that wasn’t happening.
“No, you guys go on ahead. It’s a nice night out, I’m not far, and I could use the exercise walking off the Chinese food,” I said, hoping they’d go for it.
Alex and Paul looked at each other and shrugged.
“You’ll text me when you’re home?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, of course, but turn your ringer off,” Alex always forgets that in the movies.
Alex walked over and wrapped me in a hug. “You sure you’re okay?” He whispered.
“Yeah, Alex, I’m good. There’s just only so much Storm I can handle in a day before I need some solitude.”
“Okay, I love you,” Alex said, letting me go.
“I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t be late.” I told him.
You guys have a good night,” I wished them well and walked away as they went to get in line.
I never actually planned on seeing the movie. I planned to bail from the get-go and let Alex and Paul have their first date, but Jake Storm added a much more realistic twist. Why does he have to be so obnoxious? And what is this reaction I have when I see him?
As soon as I got in the door, I was greeted loudly by Cleo and Sophie, discovering their food bowls were empty. I redeemed myself by emptying some tuna pouches in their bowls, and then I plopped in front of the TV.
I pulled out my phone to text Alex: I’m home.
He replied with a sunglass emoji.
I flipped on the TV to see a commercial for our station. They immediately announced they are proud to present Serpent Storm at our local arena. I rolled my eyes as I watched the screen. The camera panned out to show the whole band, complete with screaming girls at the front of the stage. There was Jake, right up front, shirtless in low-hung jeans with his guitar. I studied him for a second. I couldn’t help but notice the plethora of girls reaching for him on stage, yet his attention was on his instrument and bandmates. He didn’t look out into the crowd at all. I would have thought he would have eaten up that attention. Why do I think about this? I asked myself. With no good answer, I turned off the TV and decided to get ready for work.
I work the overnight shift at a radio station where I’m in a booth by myself, yet the station manager still wants us to look public presentable. I’d much rather go in my pajamas, but Hunter is a great boss, so I do what he asks. I changed into a pair of skinny jeans with some on-purpose holes in the front and a cropped camisole under a pink lightweight hoodie. I kept make-up simple, fluffed out my hair, and added my favorite watermelon lip balm, replacing the tube in my purse before saying goodbye to the cats and heading out.
I was going to be there super early, but Lana had the show before me, and she’s fun to hang out with, so I decided to have some girl time.
“Hey girl,” She greeted me with a hug. “You’re here early,”
“Yeah, I didn’t know what to do with myself and had some pent-up energy, so I decided to come in.”
“Sexual frustration after meeting Jake Storm?” She asked.
“What? How do you know about that?” I gawked at her.
“Oh, if I met him and didn’t get my hands on him, I’d sure be frustrated,” She replied.
I rolled my eyes. Eye rolling is my new favorite sport. “No, not that. I mean, how did you know I met him?”
“The whole building is buzzing about you telling him off and then kicking poor Jackson,” She said, laughing.
My mouth dropped open. “That’s ridiculous. Don’t people have anything better to talk about?”
“A girl who didn’t go weak in the knees interacting with rock gods? Nah, that’s top story gossip!” Lana said. She was grinning at me.
“Tell me, is he gorgeous up close? He looks muscular,” Lana asked.
“Yes, and yes,” I answered.
She smiled at me. I could almost see the hearts in her eyes like the emoji.
“He’s also a pig and completely obnoxious,” I said.
“Well, yeah! He’s a rockstar!” Lana argued.
“That is not an excuse,” I fired back.
Lana shook her head at me. “Look, I’ve been in this business a long time. You’re still kind of a rookie. One day you will learn, stars are spoiled. But, we are in the entertainment business. If we want the ratings, we spoil the stars that bring them in.”
I nodded. “Luckily, I’m on the graveyard shift, so my time with stars is limited.”
Lana rolled her eyes and cut her mic back on to introduce the next playlist. Once the music was going, she turned back to me.
“I’m tired of talking about Jake Storm. Lana, what’s new in your world?”
“Hmm, well, I bought new throw pillows yesterday,” She offered.
“Oh nice, what color are they?” I asked, pretending to be interested.
“They’re different shades of brown with this like geometric pattern on them. They add to my dark brown furniture and coffee house theme.”
“So, is there anyone special coming around to see them these days?” I asked her.
“Oh, I was seeing this super sweet guy for a little while. I liked him. But then he listened to my show and heard I was pro pineapple on pizza, and he dumped me,” She frowned.
“What? Lana, that’s ridiculous!” I exclaimed.
“Hey, pineapple is good!” She shot back.
I looked at her, trying to figure out if she was serious. “No, Lana, I meant that’s a ridiculous reason to break up with someone.”
“Oh, yeah, I agree. Though, I think his wife made him.” She said.
Again, I looked at her trying to figure out if she was serious. “Well, Lana, I mean, if that’s true, I can’t say I blame her. You’re too pretty to have to date married guys. You could get anyone you want.”
She got a mischievous smile on her face. “Do you think I could get Jake Storm?” She asked.
I really need to learn when Lana is joking.
“Probably. Their concert is tomorrow night. Maybe you should go. You get backstage with your station ID.”
“That’s right!” She exclaimed, her bright blue eyes sparkling. “We have to go!”
“We?” I questioned.
“Yes, we. Megan, you’re my only single friend. You have to come with me!”
How do I get myself into these messes?
“Okay, Lana. I’ll go with you, but I’m not talking to him. That’s all you.” I told her.
“Oh, that’s fine. That’s more than fine. You can split as soon as Jake wants to keep me around,” she offered.
“The best deal I’ve heard in a while,” I said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“Oh! I’m going to tell our listeners. I bet ticket sales will increase knowing you’ll be there!”
“Wait, Lana, no-” it was too late, she turned on her mic.
“Well, listeners, that does it for me. Next up is your favorite pop princess Megan Moon! Megan has just informed me she and I will be heading to the Serpent Storm concert tomorrow night, so make sure you come out and join us!” She cued up another song and handed me the headphones when it played.
As soon as I took them, she hugged me, trapping my arms against my body. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bestie,” She said, and she was gone.
I took my seat and waited for the song to end. “Hello, Orlando insomniacs! Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. We’re going to do your top 40, and I want to hear from you. Send in your requests to the station’s social media and tell me what you’re up to tonight!” I programmed the top 40 count down to start playing and sat back watching the requests roll in.
At the end of the countdown, I started playing some requests, doing some dedications. The phone started lighting up with callers trying to get on the air for their requests and dedications. I answered a few and let the callers speak their mind, hovering over the censorship button, just in case.
“you’re on the air with Megan Moon; what can I play for you?” I answered the next call.
“Hello, sweetness,” the familiar voice said.
“Well, hello caller, who might you be making a dedication for on this lovely night?”
“That would be you, love, now that I know you’re coming to the show. I knew you couldn’t stay away.”
Shit. I can’t tell Jake off on the radio, and he knows it.
“Well then, what song can I play for you?” I asked in the sweetest voice I could muster.
“I want you to play your favorite song for me so I can learn it,” he said. The gesture took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to say something nice.
“I need to know what to play to get you in the mood when I take you to bed,” he said next.
And there it is.
“Well, that won’t be happening, but I’ll play you a song anyway. Thank you, Mr. Storm.” I cut off the call and cued up a mix of nursery rhymes from the kid’s station, knowing he would hate it.
I sat and listened to my phone repeatedly vibrate with social media notifications. I didn’t even want to look. I made it through the rest of the shift without losing my cool, despite four callers asking if Orlando’s pop princess is experiencing the storm. I wanted to kill him.
Morning arrived, and Alex stormed into the studio. He looked less than pleased.
“Hey Alex, how was your date?” I asked him right away, hoping that would be a distraction.
“It was fantastic, but we’re not going to talk about that right now,” he said, glaring at me.
“Um, okay. What do you want to talk about?” I already knew what was coming.
“You going to see Serpent Storm? WITHOUT ME?” He yelled at the end.
“Alex, Lana wants to go to use her station ID to get backstage and hook up with Jake. She is just making me come, so she doesn’t have to go alone. She just decided last night.”
His face relaxed some. “Well bish, sorry to tell you but Paul and I are coming too. His uncle got us VIP treatment.”
“You yelled at me, and you were going anyway? What the fuck, Alex?” I punched him in the arm.
“Language, my dear. The F-bomb is unbecoming of a princess.”
“Yes, okay, I’m sorry, but seriously, why were you upset?”
“Because I wanted you to go with Paul and me, but I didn’t ask because I didn’t think you would go,” Alex whined.
“Oh, I don’t want to go, but Lana needs this. Things haven’t been great for her lately?”
“Oh? Do tell,” Alex rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. He is a horrible gossip.
“There’s nothing that is my business to tell,” I said, shrugging.
“You’re no fun,” Alex said, pouting.
“But you love me anyway,” I replied.
“Yeah, I do,” he said, smiling. Alex couldn’t stay mad at me for long.
“Now, tell me about your date.” I prodded.
“Oh, it was amazeballs!” Alex said and told me how he and Paul held hands at the movies, then walked in the park, sat on the swings, and talked for hours until he pulled out his phone to listen to the show, and Lana dropped her announcement.
“But then, Paul called his uncle and said we wanted to go to the show, and Uncle Marvin hooked us up!” He said. “Paul drove me home, walked me to the door, and kissed me goodnight. I have you to thank for giving me that push.” He kissed my cheek and wrapped me in a hug.
“Well, then save some of that energy for the morning show because you’re up now,” I said as the current song died out. I cut my microphone back on. Thanks for spending the night with me Orlando, I had a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoyed the show. That’s it for me. Alex is up with your morning show, right after this song.” I played the next song and then gathered my stuff.
“Have a good show, bud.” I patted him on the back on my way out.
I wasn’t heading to the bathroom today; even though I had to pee, I’d do it at home. I headed straight out to my car. There was a piece of paper stuck under the wiper blade. Kids always put flyers to their raves on windshields of the vehicles in the network’s lot.
I grabbed it out of the wiper and was going to throw it away when it caught my eye. It wasn’t a flyer; it was a note written in calligraphy.
What. The fuck.