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

though.”
    “That’s right,” Slimmy snaps his fingers. “Sloane Crow is your brother!”
    “Yep, so are Brock and Maverick.”
    “Big fan of Sloane.”
    “Thanks. So am I. He was born for that world.”
    Sloane is the oldest of my siblings. He’s tall, dark and insanely gorgeous. Underneath all that beauty is one hell of a guy. I look up to my big brother. He’s generous, kind, humble, but is deeply taken for granted - in the woman department, that is.
    After Sloane comes Brock - the one I don’t get along with - actually he doesn’t get along with anyone except Indie. Anyways, yeah, he’s good looking, but to me his looks are disguised by an ugly personality. Ugh. Just no. His attitude needs to change before I can discuss him any further.
    Then comes Maverick. I come after him. Maverick is a big sweetheart and falls in love way too quickly. He gets burned way too often, though. He just needs to grow up a bit and find out who he is before he jumps into the next relationship. He should concentrate on his career, more than a woman who is only after one thing - getting in the tabloids with a famous, gorgeous stud.
    Indie is the baby in the family; the rebel, the one who became Prom Queen in high school, the fighter, the one who doesn’t take crap from anyone. She’s badass and I love her.
    “And what about you? What were you born to do,” Slimmy asks.
    Huh, I never really thought about that before. His question throws me off a little. “I wasn’t born to do anything too special,” I shrug. “I just knew I loved music and wanted to be a part of it, somehow. Thankfully, June gave me a chance. I have really loved managing the band. It’s been a very exciting couple of years.”
    Slimmy smiles at that. “That is something to be proud of. Good for you. Come. Let me show you me joint.” He offers his arm. I take it and join him as he gives me a small tour of the rest of the little house. Slim follows behind us. The rest of the house is not much to look at either. Kitchen is outdated, as are the appliances. What surprises me the most is the backyard. It’s landscaped beautifully. A nice green patch of grass centers the area, a vegetable garden in the back right corner, a built in fire pit, garage to the left and a couple fruit trees line up on the right side of the property. He must spend most of his time out back. I totally would. After being shown Slimmy’s hard work, I take up an offer on a beer. I normally don’t drink beer, I am more of a margarita, cocktail type drinker, but if nothing else a beer is fine. We make ourselves comfortable around the little fire pit. The patio chairs are used and worn, but they are comfortable.
    You see, I am not at all a prissy, wealthy, spoiled brat. Not everyone lives in perfection. To Slimmy, I bet this is his perfection. Sure, I would like to see him have a better house, something more up to date with better appliances, but I am not going to make a grossed out face just because he doesn’t. This is how Slim grew up. It’s humbling to me to see he was happy in this setting. This was, and is his life. Since becoming quite famous, it hasn’t changed him. Makes me attracted to him more than ever. Lordy. I am in trouble.
    “You were quite injured in the bus accident,” Slimmy states.
    I nod my head, looking down at my beer. “Yes.”
    “Me Slim was depressed with you gone for so long.”
    “Come on, Dad,” Slim comments, with an embarrassed look on his face. I think he’s blushing.
    Slimmy ignores his son’s response. “He barely slept. Couldn’t stop worrying about you, the poor lad.
    “Dad.”
    Again, he ignores Slim’s mumble grumble. “Never seen him like that before. He was in such a slump.”
    “Dad, did you forget I was here again? Please stop,” he snaps. I’ve never heard Slim snap at anyone like this before. His brows are furrowed, and seems quite upset.
    I think this is my cue to use the restroom. “May I use your restroom?”
    “Sure thing.