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Authors: L. V. Lewis
BRODY
DAY FORTY-EIGHT
It’s the day before Sky’s final concert in Athens. I just received an email from my agent David at I.Y.M. He’s forwarded me the link to an article from the
LA Times
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“Sky, check this out,” I call to her in our suite’s bathroom. We stopped giving a fuck about appearances and decided to save the tour some money on booking two suites and have pared down to one.
She comes rushing into the bedroom with some type of cream on her face.
“What?” She asks breathlessly.
“An article about us in the
Times
. Doesn’t look like one of the news releases we approved, either.”
She looks over my shoulder at the MacBook screen and reads silently along with me:
Skylar’s European tour is set to end with a bang due to the addition of legendary rocker Pit Viper to her band. The pop princess has sold out her final two shows and should return to the states to gear up for her domestic tour riding high.
During the Madrid concert, a video malfunction caused the broadcast of the name of contemporary rock legend Savage Saban while Pit Viper performed on the hit song “Masquerade.”
The engineer believes it was the result of a backstage prank, despite music aficionados and rock historians claiming the solo played by Pit Viper was distinctly Sabanesque in nature.
In news of a more personal nature, Skylar’s love life also seems to be heating up. Sources tell us that she has been dating Brody Kent, her personal assistant, who looks uncannily like the rock guitarist and frontman of the now defunct The Savages rock band. Skylar’s publicist could not be reached for comment.
She eyes me with a sympathetic frown. “Mother had to have done this after I sent her packing from Madrid. I’m so sorry, baby. I know you wanted to keep your identity under wraps.”
I take her hand and pull her into my lap. “I paid a lawyer a small fortune to create that name for me. It served me well when I was hiding my identity from my grandfather in the beginning and then again when I was running away from all the repercussions of Kim’s death. I don’t know if it matters much anyway now, because I’m no longer performing.”
“That’s right, but Mother is going to get a cease and desist letter from my lawyer on your behalf. She really needs to chill.”
I scoop a bit of the face cream off her cheek and plop it onto her nose.
“Remind me not to ever piss you off,” I say with a smirk.
DAY FORTY NINE
I watch from backstage as Sky, Alyssa, and Pit Viper perform a finale that rivals the one that kicked off this European tour. If fans or critics were doubtful, this one is surely going down in the history books as an all-time favorite, especially when I do what I’m about to do.
As Pit Viper strums his final chord for the finale, he begins the intro for the song I’ve written for Sky. Two of the male dancers return to the stage and seat a befuddled Sky on a stool as I walk onto the stage and begin singing my newly penned lyrics for her, letting my Gibson complement Pit Viper’s Stratocaster:
It’s time I said goodbye to you
Like so many living lovers do
Holding on to your memory still
Without the courage in my heart to kill
Yet, our love is gone
Once a girl named Heart had my heart
But now she’s been eclipsed by Sky.
I won’t think of this as our last embrace
Because in my dreams, I still see your face
But I’m too selfish to let you go
More than you know you willed me to live
Now our love is gone
Once a girl named Heart had my heart
But now she’s been eclipsed by Sky
I know you’re smiling from above
Because I’m once again in love
This girl who puts me above all in her life
Someday I’ll make her my wife
So we’ll say our final goodbye
Once a girl named Heart had my heart
But now she’s been eclipsed by Sky
Once a girl named Heart had my heart
But now she’s been eclipsed by Sky.
Sky rushes into my arms and kisses me soundly in front of seventy-five thousand screaming fans, and I kiss her back. I pick her up and carry her off the stage as the lights go down. We can clearly hear some of the fans down front chanting, “Sky and Saban! Sky and Saban!” as we exit the stage, but we ignore it all—and everyone until we’re alone in her dressing room.
Her back is against the door exactly the way it was the first time we kissed. Only then do I notice that tears are streaming down her face.
“Hey…Shhh,” I say in an attempt to soothe her.
“That was so beautiful,” she says through her tears. “Is this the first song you’ve written since you retired?”
I nod. “And it’s the first time I’ve wanted to write a song since Kim died. Sky, your love has revived my passion for music, and helped me to see possibilities that I never considered before.”
She sniffles, scrunching up her tiny, red nose. “Such as?”
“I may not be able to sustain physically performing on a consistent basis, but I can certainly write for you, for other musicians, and I can still do albums in the studio.”
“And manage me,” she says happily.
I chuckle. “I thought this management gig was a temporary assignment?”
She tightens her arms around my waist, squeezing me. “Well, it doesn’t have to be, does it? Besides, what are you going to do? Stay in LA while I’m gallivanting all over creation—months and months on end?”
I pretend to think about that one for a moment, but I don’t really have to. I would follow this woman anywhere. Even to the ends of the earth. “When do I officially start?”
“Eight weeks ago,” she says, grabbing my face in her hands and pulling my mouth down to cover hers.
I bury my hands in her hair, feeling her body pressed against mine as I give myself over to the warmth and sweet ferocity of her kiss. I match it with a hunger of my own that is all-consuming. A need that only grows and refuses to wane, the more I’m with her.
She grins up at me when we come up for air in that way that makes my heart melt. “Ready to face the media?” she asks.
“Yes, but just so we’re on the same page, what are we going to tell them about us?”
“That we met two months ago in LA when you came to work for me as my P.A. and we fell in love. The End.”
“That sounds like an awesome fairy tale.”
“It also sounds like a great title for a song. Let’s collaborate.”
“Okay, but first, let’s go finish up these interviews so we can go back to our hotel.”
“And collaborate?”
I laugh, take her hand and we brace ourselves to head out to face the media gauntlet one final time before we go home.
I have a feeling I’m going to be collaborating with this pop artist for a very long time to come.
THE END
Growing up, L.V. Lewis wanted to be an internationally known rock star, but unfortunately, lived in the wrong part of the country to pursue that career (and neither American Idol nor The Voice were available then). An early love for the written word gave her the plan B she sought. Now she pens romance novels that let her live vicariously through rock stars and other fascinating archetypes
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