Catch My Breath by M. J. O’Shea Read Free Book Online

when I auditioned, but I get what you mean. Once I let go of the fear, it was like love at first… whatever. I wanted to do it again and again.”
    Danny, who sat beside Elliot on one of the smaller couches in the wide, comfortable den, bumped his shoulder and grinned at him sideways. “You’ll get your chance. We all will.”
    “I can’t wait,” Reece said excitedly. He strummed his guitar and smiled. “I’ve been working toward something like this for years. People always assumed I’d want to do country, but that was never my thing.” He chuckled and added, “’Course, I never thought I’d end up in a boy band either. ” He rolled his eyes, but he grinned at the same time.
    They all laughed at that, and Elliot shook his head. “I know what you mean.”
    “How did you get your contract?” Tate asked Chris, who’d relaxed back into his plush chair with his guitar in his lap.
    Chris smiled. “I actually got discovered by this rapper in a club in LA. Trace Evans, you heard of him?”
    The five of them nodded. Of course. The guy was a huge name in hip-hop.
    “I moved down here from Seattle last year when I turned twenty-one,” Chris continued. “I started doing gigs in bars and clubs, small festivals—wherever they’d let me perform. I can beat-box too, and I have a few more hip-hop tracks. I started getting a following, and eventually, I landed a gig at Trace’s club. Afterward, he approached me backstage, offered to hook me up with a couple of producers. I got signed by Revolution a couple of days later.”
    Tate looked impressed. “Wow. And how long ago was that?”
    “Almost three months. Trace told me about this show a few weeks later, said he’d mentioned me to the creators, and they wanted me to be involved. I said cool.”
    “Cool,” Danny repeated with a grin. Chris was so casual about everything, like it were no big deal. It was almost funny how easily he took it all in stride. Elliot couldn’t help but smile too.
    Cool.
     
     
    O NE thing they could all agree on: it was going to be hard to get used to having the cameras around almost constantly. The only things that were off-limits were bathroom breaks, showers, and bedtime. Aside from that, they’d be watched. Constantly. All areas of the house besides the bedrooms and bathrooms had mounted cameras, and the deck area of the pool outside as well. They’d been warned that the cameramen could and probably would follow them into the bedrooms during daytime hours, and that in general they should behave like they were being filmed most of the time unless they were away from the house.
    With his parents being absent the majority of his life, Danny was used to privacy. Sharing a house smaller than his own with thirteen other people and a bunch of cameramen was going to be weird. As excited as Danny was to be there, the idea was a bit off-putting. But he’d have Elliot and the other guys. Already they were starting to feel like their own little band of brothers. Well, everyone except for Elliot. He felt like… something new and indefinable and maybe even a little scary. Not like a brother at all. Danny didn’t want to examine his feelings for Elliot too closely.
    “Hey, it’s getting late. Maybe we should go pick beds and unpack.”
    Almost as one, the four of them turned to look at Tate. Danny glanced down at the watch on his wrist and then arched a brow. “It’s 9:45. You are so lame.” He flashed Tate a smile, though, to say, “I still love ya.”
    Tate flushed a bit. “Well, yeah, but Valerie said the crew will be here at eight. I want to be up so I can shower and stuff before they get here.”
    Reece snorted and turned his attention back to the video game he and Webb were playing. Chris had tried to play with them at first. Tried. Chris might have been brilliant with his guitar, but he was total shit at video games. He’d given up with a good-natured smile before going upstairs hours before.
    Danny liked Chris’s low-key