Lasting Lyric by T.J. West Read Free Book Online Page A

hit it off and I got hired,” I shrug. “To be honest, I never worked with any bands before and was a bit hesitant to apply, but it all worked out. I met the guys on their first tour and I could tell they didn’t like me very much,” I chuckle.
    “Hey, now, that’s not true,” Slim says in his defense.
    “Bull,” I laugh, and look back at his dad when I continue, “They ignored me as if I were the new girl in class - which to them I was. I had to work hard to get noticed by the “cool crowd,” I quote cool crowd with my fingers.
    Slimmy turns to his son, playfully grinning, “Playing hard to get, now were ya?”
    “He finally bowed down to me when I kicked his butt at video car racing,” I wink.
    “Bowed down?” Slim laughs. “You wish, Charlie.”
    “Whatever,” rolling my eyes. “He hasn’t admitted it yet, but he’s a sore loser.” I cross my arms and smirk. I love the flirting.
    “Oh, ain’t that the truth,” Slimmy chuckles out. “Whenever we play chess, it gives me boy nightmares.”
    “Hello?” Slim waves his hands in our faces, obviously annoyed. His reaction only makes me grin wider. “I’m right here, remember? On second thought, a beer sounds good.” He gets up from the recliner. “Dad, want one?”
    “Yes, Son, yes.” Once Slim leaves to fetch their beers, Slimmy turns back to me. “So Slim tells me you play chess? Me finest game.”
    “Well, I haven’t played a lot since high school, but I am always willing to play if asked.”
    “I’ll get the board out in a bit. Want to know more about you, where you’re from, what your parents’ do?”
    My least favorite thing to discuss is my family. People get too star struck and suddenly want to become my best friend. During high school and college it was hard to make any close friends. They only wanted to be friends with me hoping I’ll somehow help them hook up with one of the “Crow” brothers’, or maybe lead them to get some kind of audition with my dad. I could never trust anyone. It definitely sucked.
    I give Slimmy a partial introduction. “I’m from L.A., but moved to San Diego a couple years ago. My parents’ are in the film industry.”
    “Very nice, very nice.”
    “They’re world wide famous, Dad,” Slim casually mentions, even though I know it isn’t casual. He knows I don’t like to discuss my family. Payback from our previous banter. I can see it on his face he’s trying hard not to laugh.
    “Oh, famous! Who are they, me dear?” Slimmy is very much interested. I know he’s not someone who is going to like me just because of my star studded family. He’s too kind hearted.
    “Donovan Crow and Tilly Newton.”
    “No kidding,” he smacks his hand on his thigh, then pops open the beer Slim handed him. “Impressive. I do love Donovan Crow’s movies. Me favorite is Shotgun . Good action, thriller.”
    I am feeling much better about this, so I relax. Slimmy is so sweet, I can tell he admires good quality films. “That was actually his favorite film as well.”
    “Smart man,” he takes a slug of beer. “And Tilly Newton, me goodness,” he whistles. “She’s a beauty.” No doubt my parents’ are beautiful people. My dad is one of the most gorgeous men on the planet - according to People Magazine . His look is similar to George Clooney. The older he gets, the more handsome he becomes. My mom is a blonde goddess; an older version of Princess Grace. She’s had some work on her face, but nothing too extreme. She really is a beautiful woman. I look like her, with the blonde hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones, slim, tall figure, where Indie got her stunning beauty from my dad. She’s tall, curvy, dark blue eyes, and brown wavy hair. She’s so beautiful it’s sickening. My brothers’ are all friggin’ gorgeous as well, a mixer between both parents’. “You never wanted in the movie business,” Slimmy asks.
    “Nope, just was never my thing, but my brothers’ and sister are in the business,