Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) by Mia McAdams Read Free Book Online

mine.”
    “It sure as shit is yours. Where did you find it, exactly?” Hedge asks .
    “It was wrapped around a chair leg , and the wind almost carried it into the pool. I
caught it, but no one was there to claim it. Someone could have another version
of it somewhere.”
    Crawley tells the engineer to play it
again , and the guys are silent. Some of their
eyes are closed , and I know they’re imaging us
up on stage, singing that song to a mesmerized crowd. My blood is pumping
adrenaline like a crayon factory. It’s only a rough acoustic version of what
could be a badass track, but there’s no denying we’ve got something here. If
only we could get past the copyright part of it.
    “Can we find the person who wrote this? It’s
good, Wolf. Too good to just let it go, but you’re right to be careful , ” Derrick says.
    Crawley slaps Hedge on the back since
he’s the closest, causing Hedge to wince and squirm away. “I have an idea.
Shit. I have a fucking brilliant idea.” He’s laughing now and rubb ing his hands together like a mad scientist. “We
practice it and we play it at our shows—with a disclaime r that the unedited lyrics were
found and we’re looking for the owner. We don’t release it for profit until we
find the writer. This song will go viral. It’s got to, and whoever wrote it
will come forward to claim their share.”
    “Shit,” we all say in unison. Sometimes
Crawley comes up with ideas like this that remind us all why we hired him in
the first place.
    “What are you shitheads waiting for?
You’ve got a bloody song to learn.” With a laugh and huge
smile on his face, Crawley leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out.

Lyric

 
    Terese picks me up from the hotel early
in the morning. She’s accompanying me to Wolf’s San Diego show and all the
preceding activities for the day. I’m disappointed she won’t get to come on the
tour. She’s a cool chick, one who hasn’t screwed me over yet, and it would be
nice to hang out with girls other than Stryder’s girlfriend, Misty, and
Lorraine. And then there are the groupies. I’ve heard the rumors of how often
they frequent Wolf’s tour bus, and I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for
that.
    We park and walk backstage to claim our
badges. We’re in an open-air venue tonight so the only privacy for band and
crew lies within a cluster of tents and trailers.
    The guys won’t be here for a sound check
until early afternoon, so we spend the morning stealing snacks from the VIP tent
and perusing the band’s surprisingly short list of demands. There are a couple
of special requests I notice, but only because two of the band members have
food allergies and it has to be mentioned.
    “Lyric,” a voice calls from the other
side of the dressing room trailer. I turn to see Doug grinning at us. “They
told me you were here. Don’t worry, you’re off duty, so I won’t tell you what
to do today,” he says. “If you want to come with me to merchandise, I’m heading
over there now. You can meet the team.”
    I hop up from the couch and pull Terese
along. I smile, genuinely happy to see him again. He used to tour with my
father, and since my father was my primary guardian for most of my childhood
years, Doug has always looked out for me.
    “Doug, have you met Terese? She works in
local event promotions. She’s my guest tonight.”
    He extends his hand. “Afraid we haven’t
met.” They shake, and then we’re taking the venue detour through the remaining
tents and through the hidden backstage gate. He leads us to the merchandise
booth they’re setting up near the entrance. For this venue, since it’s a
smaller show than usual, there are only two.
    As soon as we get to the booth, he tells
us each to pick out a shirt. We decide on the black one with Wolf’s logo
plastered across the front of it and slip them on over our tank tops. “Nice,”
he says, then introduces us to the crew. “This is Melanie, our merchandise
manager.