One Breath Away
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Author's Note: See Chapter One
No offense is intended toward anyone or anything. Some of the dialogue may get crude and vulgar but then, these are young "adults" talking.
Poetic license as always. Suspend disbelief.
carterfinley has 8 brownie points from chapter one.
My Darker Side has 7 brownie points.
Melreincarna, your PMs were very much appreciated!
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Chapter Two
Melissa Wu was sitting at her dining table, finishing up the assignment on her laptop. She re-read the last paragraph, changed a word, then emailed it to her editor. She stood up and did some stretching exercises. It was only six o'clock in the morning but Melissa hadn't been to bed yet. She'd gotten home around four and had stayed up until she was done with her work, as was her habit.
As she brushed her teeth, she thought about how lucky she was to be able to do the majority of her work from home. She only had to go to the office occasionally. She pulled her hair back in a low ponytail and washed her face. She put her pajamas on and pulled all the shades to make the apartment as dark as possible. She had made special blackout shades for her bedroom so she could sleep during the day. With a contented sigh she made sure her alarm clock was set then she lay down and quickly fell asleep.
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The alarm started beeping from across the room. Damn! Six a.m. already? Jackson sat up and rubbed at his eyes. He stumbled over to his dresser and slapped the clock until the noise stopped. He shuffled to the bathroom and squinted as he turned on the light. After a quick shower he ate some breakfast. He brushed his teeth then pulled on his uniform. As he was checking to make sure he had everything, Eric staggered through the door.
"Hey, chief," he yawned.
"You just getting home?"
"Yeah. We had to pull an all-nighter. Totally rewrite the whole script for this week."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, tell me about it," he said, stifling another yawn.
"All done now?"
"Yup. We put that baby to bed about thirty minutes ago. Signed, sealed, delivered. No more changes." Eric looked at Jackson. "How long is your shift today?"
"I'm off at four."
"You play tonight?"
"No, but I'm going to check out Abby's new band. You should come. I'm sure she'd love to see you again."
Eric snorted. "Tcha, right! I'm probably the last person she wants to see."
"Did you screw it up that bad?" Jackson asked with a smirk. Eric had never told him exactly what had happened between him and Abby Fujimoto, a hot girl from Hawaii who waited tables and sang lead in various bands.
"Aren't you going to be late for work?"
Jackson glanced at his watch. "Yes. Hey, think about coming out tonight. It's at The Pits." Jackson picked up his keys and cell and headed for the door.
"What's the name of her latest band?" Eric asked.
"Feeding the Beast."
"Huh. Seems appropriate somehow. I'll think about going."
"Later, dude."
"Be safe."
"Always."
Jackson walked out the door as Eric shuffled to his bedroom. God, these all-nighters have got to stop, he thought. Eric was snoring before his head hit the pillow.
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At three o'clock, Melissa was just leaving the office. She'd had a meeting with her editor and it had gone very well. She had approved and praised all of Melissa's work for that week and gave her a list of new assignments. Earlier that day, Melissa had received an email response to an inquiry she'd sent. A reclusive music legend had read some of her stuff and liked her style so he granted her a phone interview for this week. This just may be the shot in the arm my freelance career needs, she thought.
She walked along the street, smiling and thinking again how lucky she was. Her 'job' consisted of going to clubs, bars and concerts to listen to bands, then writing critiques and doing phone interviews. She got to listen to and talk about music all day. Rather, all night. She also had plenty of free time to write freelance articles and stories and pursue anything else she wanted to. How did I get so fortunate? She smiled even bigger. Melissa was so lost in her happiness that she was oblivious to the looks men were giving her, especially when she smiled.
A harsh noise brought her out of her blissful reverie and made her freeze. A raucous siren split the air as an ambulance sped past, weaving through the heavy traffic. Melissa stared after it. Through the windows she could see an EMT working frantically on someone. She shuddered.
That sound brought back too many bad memories. A drunk driver had ended her best friend's life five years ago. In broad daylight. The paramedics had worked long and hard but they just couldn't save her. Melissa had only sustained a concussion and some cuts and bruises. The drunk driver didn't have a scratch. At least he's rotting behind bars where he belongs, she thought. Melissa shook her head and started walking again. It's too beautiful an afternoon to get all depressed. Besides, she wouldn't want me to. She'd want me to be happy and enjoy myself, she thought with a smile for her friend. And I plan to.
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Jackson opened his apartment door to the sound of a very loud, very violent video game. Guess Eric's awake. He walked in and set down his keys. "Hey man, what's up? I thought you'd still be sleeping."
"Nah. I woke up about an hour ago. I am thinking about taking a nap, though."
"I'm gonna take a shower, get the grime of the day off."
"How was it?" This was a question Eric asked him every time he worked. He would gauge how he should behave based on Jackson's answer.
"Not bad. Only one really tough one, it was touch and go for a while, but it turned out okay."
"Good to hear."
"Yeah." Jackson left the room to take a long, hot shower. When he was done he spent a few minutes checking Crashed's MySpace page and read some of the messages that fans left. He scrolled down and started reading the earliest one, posted right after the show. There were several You guys rocked!, Your show was awesome!, and u guys r so hott!! to a You homos sucked! from one of Jimmy's buddies. Jackson snorted. Then there was a big picture of him with Taylor.
jackson, grate 2cu last nite. i had so much fun. im hoping 2cu agin soon. love, taylor.
Jackson rolled his eyes. im isn't a word! he screamed in his head. Fangirls. Worse, fangirls that can't spell and use chatspeak! He despised both.
He checked the band's email. There were two new messages. The first was addressed to him. It was another picture, this one was with Taylor's red-headed friend.
Jackson, it was so nice to meet you last night. I really enjoyed your band. 'Crashed' has a new fan.
Thanks for the picture and being so nice. Daley.
Jackson smiled. Guess she didn't want Taylor to know she sent it.
The next new message was for Ian. The guys all opened each other's emails so Jackson clicked on it. This time a picture of Daley with Ian appeared. Jackson cocked an eyebrow in surprise.
Ian, It was really nice meeting you. 'Crashed' is awesome and I look forward to
seeing you again. I hope you'll visit my MySpace page and comment me back.
Or send a message. ;) See you soon? Daley.
Good for you, Ian, was all he could think.
Jackson checked his personal email then walked out to the quiet living room. Eric had obviously gone to take his nap. Jackson was hungry so he went into the kitchen to make dinner. He made some pasta and a salad. The smell was enough to bring Eric out of his room, scratching his chest and yawning.
"What's for dinner, chief?" he asked.
"Salad, pasta and garlic bread."
"You sure we should eat garlic? Not exactly the best idea if we're gonna be meeting babes later."
"Good point. Plain breadsticks it is. So, you're coming?"
"Yeah, what else am I gonna do? I've been working so much lately I haven't had time for dating. I deserve to have some fun. You said this thing is at The Pits, right?" Eric asked as he sat down to eat. Jackson nodded.
Eric considered. "It's a big enough place, I should be able to hide from Abby."
Jackson looked at Eric. "Are you ever gonna tell me what happened with her?"
Eric patted his arm. "You aren't old enough, son," he said. He took a huge bite of salad so he couldn't answer any more questions. His cheeks were stuffed like a squirrel's. He chewed with his mouth open while making 'mmm' sounds.
Jackson watched him with an incredulous look on his face. "Hard to believe you haven't had a date in months," he said.
When Eric finally managed to swallow he asked, "So, how was your gig last night? Meet anyone?"
Jackson looked thoughtful. "We sounded great...had good crowd response."
"But did you meet anyone?"
"I came back here right after, I had to work this morning, remember?"
"Oh, right," Eric nodded. He took a mouthful of pasta and said, "What about Taylor?"
Jackson looked at him and rolled his eyes. "You checked our MySpace."
"What's the use of having a rock star roommate if I can't live vicariously through him? So, tell me about her. She looked really hot."
Jackson rolled his eyes again then fixed them on Eric. "You read her comment, right?"
"Oh yeah. 'im hoping 2cu'" he said, signing the number two, a "c" and a "u" as he said it.
"Then, enough said," Jackson replied.
Eric shook his head. "When are they going to learn, im is not a word?"
"I know. Kids today," Jackson said sadly, shaking his head.
"That is such an affront to me, as a writer. Texting and chatspeak will be the death of the English language. Mark my words."
"Consider them marked." They both burst out laughing. They'd had this conversation before.
"So, what time is this thing tonight?"
"I figure if we leave by nine we should get there before it's too crowded. They go on at 9:45."
"Tell you what chief, you do the dishes and I'll pay the covers and buy all the drinks tonight. Including those of any lady friends we may pick up."
"Deal!" Jackson said.
"I'm gonna hit the shower then." Eric left to get ready. As Jackson cleaned up the kitchen he thought about Eric's question, 'Meet anyone?'. No, but I wanted to. Jackson had been so busy today that he hadn't had time to think about the pretty girl at the bar with the beautiful smile. Maybe I'll get to meet her tonight.
As he was just finishing up, the phone rang. It was Ian. They discussed their options for the evening then Jackson asked about Daley.
"She's really nice. Not pushy like her friend," Ian said.
"Yeah, and she can actually spell."
Ian laughed at this. He and Jackson had both attended a private prep school and had been at the top of their class. They had gone to college together and both had minored in English. They were proud that the songs they wrote never contained chatspeak or words like 'nite' instead of 'night'. Those were pet peeves for both of them. They were very articulate when they had to be, which surprised most people who figured they were just two losers in a band. Because of his long, shaggy hair, most people expected Ian to be a stoner but he was the exact opposite. No drinking. No smoking. No drugs. That's one way Crashed differed from most of the other bands: they would drink (except Ian), but only responsibly. They always had a designated driver or they called a cab. No smoking. No drugs. Period. However, chasing girls and groupies was another story.
"We've been texting back and forth today, Daley and I," Ian clarified.
"Is she coming out tonight?"
"Probably. And Taylor will be with her."
"Then I probably won't see you, dude," Jackson said.
"Is Eric coming?"
"Yeah. Maybe I could introduce them."
"He's not a rock star, not her type."
"He makes more money than I do. I think that makes him her type."
"Maybe," Ian said. "But it seems to me that she wants the 'famous' part."
"Then that leaves me out. Anyway, there's Emmy buzz about his show and the writing, and he knows lots of stars. Surely that's more 'famous' than a garage band playing local dives."
"That just might interest her. And don't call me 'Shirley'." They both laughed again.
"Alright, I'm gonna go. Maybe I'll see you tonight."
"Later."
Jackson hung up the phone and went to get ready. At nine o'clock he and Eric headed downtown. Both were dressed in jeans and concert tees. Their hair was gelled to look casually tousled.
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When they arrived at The Pits, there were a lot of people there but it wasn't too crowded. They got some beers then decided to head for the VIP balcony where they could see everyone but not necessarily be seen themselves. Jackson wanted to stay near the bar in case his mystery woman showed up but this place had three bar areas and he knew his best vantage point for spotting her was up. He kept an eye and an ear out for Taylor while they walked through the crowd. He saw Jimmy, Mason and Alec flirting with girls near the stage.
They finally reached the spiral staircase that led to the upper balcony. "Tony, my man! How's it going?" Jackson greeted the brawny bouncer guarding the stairs.
"Jackson! Eric! Long time no see," he said, shaking their hands. "Where the hell have you two been?"
"Working. You know how it is. Oh wait, you don't. We don't all get to hang out, partying in clubs every night like you," Eric said.
"Oh yeah, I'm real lucky. A party every night. Sure." They stood there catching up for a few minutes then Jackson asked if they could go up to the VIP lounge.
"Sure guys, go on up." Eric started up the staircase. Jackson whispered to Tony for a minute and slipped him a twenty.
"You got it, Jackson. No problem," Tony said.
"Thanks, man." Jackson followed Eric up the stairs and they settled themselves where they had a good view of the stage and most of the room. They sipped their beers and made small talk as they scanned the crowd below them. Then the music stopped, the lights dimmed and Feeding the Beast was announced. Suddenly, the room was vibrating with music, the lights pulsing to the beat.
Jackson listened to Abby for a minute. He was always blown away by her voice. She looked like such a sweet, fragile, little lady but she was tough, talked like a trucker, and had a big, powerful voice. Very unexpected. Jackson nudged Eric, "She has one amazing voice."
Eric nodded agreement and said, "Yeah, and her body's totally smokin'." Abby tended to really get into her performances. She would peel off layers of clothing as the night wore on and was usually down to little more than a bikini by the end of her sets.
"It's okay. Too skinny for my taste," Jackson replied.
"Are you crazy, man? She's perfect," Eric said.
"Her ribs are sticking out. No tits either."
"More than a mouthful's a waste."
"Then I'd say that you have a very small mouth, but I know better." Jackson suddenly frowned. "Wait. That did not come out right!"
"That's why you're the straight man and should leave the jokes to me."
Jackson toasted him with his beer then resumed scanning the crowd. He saw Ian with Daley and Taylor near the stage. He checked the bar areas. At the last one he spotted her. She was sitting at the end, looking around and making notes. "Another beer?"
"Yeah, but we have a waitress up here."
Jackson looked around. "She's pretty busy, it's no trouble."
"Then, here," Eric held out some money.
"I got it."
"We had a deal, remember? You did the dishes, I pay for the drinks."
"Fine." Jackson took the money and headed down the stairs. He made a beeline for her at the far bar. Well, as much of a beeline as he could through all the dancing people. He finally reached the bar and was about to approach her when a hand on his shoulder pulled at him.
"Jackson! You came! I'm so glad you did! Aren't these guys awesome?!" she giggled.
Jackson turned to face the high-pitched voice. "Hi, Taylor. How are you?"
"I'm just great! This place is great, the band is great and these gin and tonics are…"
"Great?"
"Yeah! Have you had one?"
"No."
"Oh. Well. You look really great tonight."
"Thanks, you…too."
Taylor giggled. She had on a skimpy red halter and tiny black leather skirt with five inch stilettos. Little was left to the imagination and he had to admit that she had a nice body, but the skirt was too small and it gave her the appearance of a 'muffin top' and a little belly. How did she even get that skirt fastened? he wondered. And why do girls think that muffin top thing looks attractive? It's a real turn off. Jackson shook his head slightly. I'll never understand fashion.
"Where's Daley?"
Taylor's smile faltered but she quickly recovered. "She's somewhere with Ian. They seem to be hitting it off."
"Good," Jackson nodded. "Ian is a really good guy."
Taylor looked a little confused then said, "Yeah, Daley's good people, too." Jackson nodded then turned his attention to the band. Taylor leaned close to him and said, "Did you see Crashed's MySpace page today?"
"No. I don't get on the computer much," he lied.
"Oh. Well, you should. I left you a message on it."
"You did? Thanks. I'll be sure to check it out as soon as I can."
"Great!"
"Douche bag!" someone yelled in his ear as a hand clapped him on the shoulder. Suddenly, Jimmy, Mason and Alec were surrounding them.
"Where you been hiding, man? We've been looking all over for you!"
"I was just hanging with Eric."
"Eric's here? Dude, where? I really want to talk to him about last week's episode. I thought I was gonna die laughing!"
"He's around somewhere."
"So, do you think this is the show that Abby finally goes topless?"
"Nah."
"How much?"
"What?"
"How much you willing to bet? Mason thinks she'll take off her skirt, he knows she's rocking a thong under it."
"How do you know that?" Jackson asked, looking at Mason.
"I was against the stage, right in front of her. She did that little, you know, bending over thing she does and I saw all I needed to," Mason said with a grin.
"I say she loses her top," Jimmy said.
"And I say she keeps her clothes on," said Alec.
"What are the stakes?" Jackson asked.
"Twenty bucks each."
"I'm in," Jackson said. "Twenty bucks says…" he thought about it for a minute. "I say she keeps her clothes on but…she pours water on herself."
"What?!"
"No way!"
"Fine. Let's see your money. Alec's holding." Jackson dug a twenty from his pocket and handed it to Alec.
Taylor had been watching the band mates exchanging insults and information with a slightly annoyed expression on her pretty face. How can they not notice me? She noisily cleared her throat.
"Who's the babe?" Jimmy asked.
"Oh, sorry. Guys, this is Taylor. Our biggest fan," Jackson said, wagging his eyebrows at the other boys. "Taylor, this is Jimmy, Alec and Mason, the rest of Crashed."
"Hi!" she squealed. "I really love your music! You guys are really great! Really!"
"Why thank you, Taylor," Jimmy said, putting his arm around her. "And may I say it's a real pleasure meeting you and you are looking very lovely tonight."
"Thanks!" Taylor got so caught up in all the attention from Jimmy that she didn't notice he, Mason and Alec had steered her away from the bar and Jackson.
Now, to talk to…
"Dude, what's up? You remember Daley?"
"Yeah, sure. Hi, Daley."
"Hi. Where's Taylor? I thought she was with you."
"No, she's uh, with the rest of the band."
"Oh."
"So, what do you think of Abby's new band?" Ian asked.
"She has an incredible voice," Jackson said.
"Yeah. But the songs suck," Daley said. Both boys looked at her, astonished. "What?" she said, looking from one to the other. "Have you listened to the lyrics?"
"She's right," Ian said.
"Yeah, I know," Jackson replied.
"I think that's the real reason she takes her clothes off," Daley said. "To distract everyone from how bad the songs really are." Again, both boys stared at her. "What? I've seen her in several bands now and it's always the same thing."
They all stood watching and listening for a few minutes. "You guys know her, right?" Daley asked.
"Yes," they both answered.
"Does she write anything for herself?"
"No, she's tried and she can't. Can't play an instrument either," Ian said.
"All she does is sing," Jackson added.
"Then it's lucky she's so damned good," Daley said.
Feeding the Beast started their last song. Abby was down to a white bikini top and a tiny black skirt. On the last note she stepped away from the microphone, picked up a water bottle and poured it down the front of herself. Her top became see-through in the bright stage lights. The crowd went wild with cheers, applause and wolf whistles.
"That's kind of sad," Jackson said quietly.
"Yeah," Ian and Daley replied. Jackson hadn't realized he'd said it out loud.
"There you are, chief!" Eric said, coming up behind him. "I've been waiting forever for that beer."
"Sorry, dude. I ran into the guys and we just got to talking."
"Eric! Nice to see you out, man," Ian said.
"Nice to be seen. And who is this?"
"Eric, Daley. Daley, Eric," Ian introduced them.
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
"Eric's a writer for The Seven."
"Really? I love that show! It's really very clever, the writing is brilliant," Daley said.
"Thank you very much," Eric said. "I like this girl, she's a keeper." Daley looked at the floor and blushed.
"So, what did you think of Abby's performance?" Jackson asked.
"She can really sing and I liked the flashy ending," Eric said. Daley rolled her eyes. "But I couldn't help thinking that she wouldn't have to do stuff like that if the songs were better."
"That's pretty much our consensus."
"Speaking of the devil, I want to get out of here before she sees me." Daley looked puzzled. "We have history," Eric explained.
"Oh."
"The night is still young. Trix is playing at Jake's at midnight. Want to go?"
"Sounds good."
"Wait, the guys owe me twenty a piece. I want to collect."
"Owe you for what?" Eric asked.
"We bet on what Abby would do to end the show and I won."
"You bet she'd pour water on herself?"
"Yes."
"How'd you know?"
Jackson shrugged. He wasn't going to admit that he'd heard her talking about doing it last week after a gig.
"Well, here's your chance to collect," Eric said as the boys walked up.
"Eric! Hey man, how's it hanging?"
"Long and strong, my brother."
"Dude! I so want to talk to you about last week's episode!" Alec said.
"Hey, pay up first," Jackson said. They all grumbled as Alec took the wad of bills out of his pocket and handed them to Jackson.
"How did you know she was gonna do that?" Mason asked. Jackson looked innocent and shrugged again.
"Where's Taylor?" Daley asked. "Jackson said she was with you guys."
"Oh, uh…well…I think maybe she's …"
Daley sighed. "I better go find her. Nice meeting you, Eric."
"Yeah, you too," he said.
"Maybe we'll see you later?" Ian asked.
"Hope so," she smiled as her face turned pink then she turned and got lost in the crowd. Ian smiled.
"So, are we going to Jake's or what?" Eric asked.
"Trix?" Mason asked.
"Yeah."
"Sounds good, let's go."
They headed for the door. "Hey, Ian," Jackson said.
"Yeah?"
"You're not going to invite Daley to practice tomorrow are you?"
"I was thinking about it. Why?"
"Nothing against her but, she'll probably bring Taylor with her and…"
"Yeah, got it. I checked our MySpace page earlier."
"Thanks."
"No prob. I don't think I want to share Daley with the guys anyway."
Jackson suddenly remembered the mystery girl. He turned toward the bar but he already expected it. She was gone. He felt a little disappointed as he left with his friends.
They all met at Jake's and enjoyed Trix. Taylor and Daley had shown up near the end of their set and Jackson was grateful to Eric and Jimmy for helping keep Taylor occupied. Jackson made sure to play up Eric's job and the Emmy buzz surrounding his show. Taylor seemed eager enough to talk to him after that.
Abby pounced on the group just as the show ended. "Hello, bitches!" she said, throwing her arms around Ian and Jackson. "How'd you like the show?"
"Wow! It was really something," Alec said.
"You sounded great, as always," Jackson added.
"Yeah," Ian said.
Abby looked around the group and noticed Eric for the first time. He looked very uncomfortable. "Eric," she greeted.
"Abby."
"What'd you think of my show?"
"Like Jackson said, you sounded great," he said, staring at the floor.
"But what did you think?" she asked quietly.
Eric looked her in the eye and said in a flat voice, "You always did know how to entertain." He turned and walked away.
Abby stood there staring after him, a strange look on her face while the rest stood there in awkward silence.
"Uh, you were really great!" Taylor gushed. "You have the most beautiful voice. I wish I could sing like that."
"And you are?"
"Oh, sorry. Abby, Taylor. Taylor, Abby. And this is Daley," Ian said, indicating the redhead.
Abby looked at Daley and said, "What did you think, red?"
"You have an amazing voice," she replied.
Abby scrutinized her face for a moment then nodded. "Who's up for shots?"
"Now you're talking!" Jimmy said. He, Alec, Mason and Taylor moved off toward the bar with Abby.
"I'd better go find Eric," Jackson said.
"Then there were two…" Daley said quietly.
"Do you want to dance or get a drink?" Ian asked.
Daley listened to the music for a few seconds then smiled and said, "Dance then drink."
Ian grinned at her and pulled her toward the dancing throng.
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Jackson found Eric just outside the door, leaning against the building. "Hey, man. You okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
"You up for one more band?"
"Will Abby be there?"
"Doubt it, she's doing shots with the boys and Taylor. I'd say she's done for the evening."
"Where to?"
"Soul Strangler is playing at The Boost."
"Let's go."
The Boost was the ultimate dive bar, but on a very large scale. It was originally a warehouse. The owners had divided it seventy-thirty. Seventy percent stage, bar and dance floor, thirty percent pool tables, darts and video games. Soul Strangler had taken the stage ten minutes earlier so everyone was pretty much into the show. Eric got their beers and they found an empty table in the back where they just kicked back and listened to the band.
After a while Jackson asked, "You want to talk about it?"
"Nope. Let's just enjoy the band." Jackson nodded.
The set ended and Jackson and Eric mingled with the crowd, talking with several friends and acquaintances. Jackson had just spotted Ian when he saw his mystery woman head out the door. Dammit! I didn't think to look for her! He mentally kicked himself. At least it looks like my theory was right and I'll probably see her again.
"Hey man!"
"Hey. Where are the others?"
"They were still doing shots with Abby when I left Jake's."
"They'd better not be hung over for practice tomorrow, we need to work on our new stuff for next weekend."
"I told them that and they promised they wouldn't be." Eric stifled a huge yawn. "Am I boring you, dude?"
"No more than usual," Eric smirked.
"I'm ready to go, too," Jackson said. "Practice at five, right?"
"Right. See you then. Eric, good to see you. You need to get out more."
"Yeah, tell my boss."
"Later."
"Bye."
Jackson and Eric arrived home just after four a.m. They both went straight to bed. Jackson briefly thought about his mystery woman before he fell asleep.
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Melissa stretched. She had just finished her fourth review. She looked at the clock on the corner of the computer screen. 5:30 AM. I will finish this last one before I go to sleep, she vowed. She looked at the screen and read what she'd written so far. She put her fingers over the keys and continued.
The lead singer, Abby Fujimoto, is wasted with Feeding the Beast. She has a strong, beautiful
voice that deserves better than Reid and Strong's horrific, clichéd lyrics and juvenile melodies.
Fujimoto is known for her outrageous on-stage antics and she didn't disappoint last night. She
stripped down to a bikini top and black micro-mini then poured water down the front of
herself, making her top transparent, much to the delight of the predominantly male crowd.
In this critic's opinion, Fujimoto has a lot of talent and doesn't need to resort to such cheap
behavior. What Fujimoto should do is find songs and a band worthy of her talent.
Melissa checked her notes and inserted a paragraph giving examples of specific, horrible lyrics then ended it. She emailed it to her editor. Let her do with it what she will, she thought.
Melissa looked at her schedule for Sunday. She was covering a little art and music festival at Wilson Park where four local bands were playing. Melissa was excited about this for two reasons: she'd get to browse through all the art stalls and she'd get to spend time with her closest friend, Nathan. I'll just have to tell him to stay away from me when the bands are performing. She smiled as she went to get a few hours of sleep before meeting Nathan.
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