A Voice to Love (Fallen Tuesday Book One) (A Brothers of Rock Novel) by Karolyn James Read Free Book Online Page A

flaws. The lyrics were solid, but Luke needed to make some minor
changes, which he could do in a studio. Some of the guitar parts needed
tightening and there was a need for fills and riffs, but Gray and Jake could
handle them after they record the song and play it back.
    During the guitar solo,
Luke touched his neck and stretched. Gray improvised a solo that wasn’t bad at
all. Luke saw the look on Gray’s face though, it wasn’t good enough.
    The song went into the
last verse and the last set of choruses before ending with an outro. When it
was done, Mack jumped up and held his guitar in the air.
    “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah.”
    “I like it,” Luke said.
“I really like it.”
    “The only thing…,” Gray
said. He put his guitar down.
    “What’s wrong?” Mack
asked.
    “I don’t want this to be
some sappy acoustic album though,” Gray said. “We’re built on sound, man. Loud
guitars. Pounding drums. Lyrics that are catchy but have a deep meaning to the
fans.”
    “We’ll get there,” Luke
said. “Anything we write now we can always work on in the studio. We can jam at
the next venue if you guys want. What the hell, right?”
    “I don’t want to lose our
sound,” Gray said.
    Luke closed his notebook
and tossed it toward the kitchen counter. He stepped up on the coffee table and
looked around at the band.
    “We will never lose our
sound,” Luke said. “I don’t care about contracts. About money. About touring
even. I care about our music. Our fans love us and our music. Keep it that
way.”
    The band agreed and
celebrated with a stiff drink. Luke jumped from the table to the floor. Mack
lifted his guitar and started strumming some chords. Luke smiled as he
recognized it as one of their hit songs.
    “Come on,” Mack said.
“Let’s have a little show for ourselves.”
    That’s all the convincing
Jake and Trent needed. They had a guitar and bass lifted, ready to go. Gray
took another drink from the whiskey bottle and sat on the arm of the couch, his
fingers already moving up the neck of the guitar, playing the lead riff to the
song Mack still strummed. It was so good. Luke loved the sound and when it came
time to sing, he thought about his voice. The bus tire blow out was supposed to
be a benefit. Luke had planned on relaxing, calling his doctor, and looking for
some remedies online. He had planned on doing nothing to strain his voice.
    Then came the chorus to
the song. The fire and passion within Luke was too strong. He couldn't help
himself. He was born to be a rockstar. He was born to write music and share his
emotions through songs.
    Luke closed his eyes and
sang.
     
    **
     
    There were three tables
left in the restaurant and three women sitting at the bar enjoying tall glasses
of wine. Uncle Tom walked the restaurant, casually cleaning up and organizing
things how he wanted them. No matter who cleaned up and set the tables, there
was always something that needed to be moved an inch. Uncle Tom never yelled
about it and everyone in the restaurant learned to not take offense to it. It
was very much understood that Uncle Tom needed to have his hands on everything,
everyday.
    Amy surveyed the kitchen
and inspected the food being covered and put away. She went into the office and
took the order sheet off the desk and scanned it again. She had no reason to
scan the order. Everything the restaurant needed was ordered. And if by some
chance something had been forgotten then they could order again. Uncle Tom had
such a good relationship with food and beverage vendors that they would do
anything for him.
    The truth was that Amy
knew that her shift was almost over. Some people count down with the clock to
get the hell out of work. That was the part Amy hated most about her job. Each
second that ticked down meant a second closer to leaving the restaurant and
facing the real world that waited. One that included people like Denny. There
was no way she could tell Uncle Tom anything about Denny. He was too