Rock Notes (Book One of the Heartbeat Series) by Renee Lee Fisher Read Free Book Online Page B

and I stayed behind to ride over with Maxwell a bit later. I was excited to have my backstage pass, but when we got to the venue, I soon found I would rather be in the front row with them all singing out toward me than seeing their butts all night, not that that wasn’t a nice sight either. While they were setting up I was back stage with them all and felt like a part of their team.
    Isaac was loud and commenting about the huge crowd and loud again as he talked about all the hot girls. He was even calling them out by their clothes. “The one in the purple tank top,” or “the one in the yellow halter.” Obviously he didn’t know their names, only their clothing color and description but for him that was enough. Raeford, he was kind and seemed in thought a lot and took the shows seriously. He brushed past me and said, “Madison you looked great at the pool.” I blushed as I didn’t hear him talk too much yet and I didn’t even know he was out there. I thought it was only Rand with me.
    Kent, well he was another story. He again spun me around and when I turned so he could not plant a kiss on me, he turned and grabbed my ass tightly and said, “Hey you can write this.” It was all funny – he didn’t mean any harm. He was just being Kent and, well, it seemed to slightly ruffle Rand’s mood. Rand took a few steps back and headed over to talk to Maxwell briefly, but still kept his blue eyes on me.
    It was Ron that surprised me this evening. Again in his sunglasses, and it was dark out, he came over and raised his glasses before speaking. “I’ve played some music at our practice to lyrics Rand’s been writing, it’s sounding pretty cool. It’s a ballad with him singing and me playing the keyboards. He and I will have to perfect it before we perform it. I think you are a good influence and inspiration for him. Thanks for being here.”
    A tear welled in my left eye, but I quickly said back, “God these lights are so bright don’t they make your eyes tear?”
    Ron replied, “Why do you think I’m always wearing sunglasses?”
    As they took the stage, the crowd roared, the lights started to dance all over and the fog covered the surface of the stage. Rand shouted to the crowd, “Hello Jacksonville, we are Rolling Isaac’s!” Rand turned and mouthed me a kiss, I was pretty certain it was to me, but the many girls surrounding me in the crowd before him all let out sighs and screams. I watched how truly captivating he was and how he just pulled in your every emotion as he sang.
    It was midway through their playlist that I saw the lights dim and Rand took a corner position toward where I sat in the front row, or actually stood as I was on my feet almost the entire concert. He hung his head, gently cradling the microphone and a tear fell from one eye. He did not wipe it, and I just followed it down until it hit the stage below in what appeared to me, slow motion. The crowd was silenced and then Rand did what he did best. He used his incredible voice and sexual moves to tug on every single girl’s heart including mine. Then as quickly as a ballad had slowed the audience down and saddened us all, they ramped up the next tune and were back to rocking the house.
    “That was awesome!” I shouted at Maxwell, mostly because I think the loud music deadened my hearing a bit. Maxwell smiled and said, “I’m proud of Rand even with what has happened in his life he still pours his soul into the music.” Maxwell was to be my designated driver back to the hotel, so we did not linger back stage at all. Actually he wanted to head there and so I figured seeing the band off in the distance high fiving and opening up beers that I would slip out with him.
    It was when we went to get in the van, I was taken aback. I viewed a large group of very pretty young girls, heading back to where the band was hanging out and drinking. I only saw a few seconds of Isaac reaching out and lifting one young girl up onto his shoulders and