Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109318 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109318 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
For once in his life, however, charm—and his name—held no sway.
It was shortly thereafter that he’d started enjoying when things were difficult for him.
By the time he’d met Melody at sixteen, he’d gone through puberty, and this emotionally charged transformation, at the exact same time, leaving him in a place that still confused him sometimes, even though he enjoyed it. Quite a lot.
A place where he liked to be denied.
Loved when things weren’t so easy for him.
The flashing red light of the camera distracted Beat from his thoughts and on reflex, he put his arm around Melody’s shoulders, tugged her up against his side, and ushered her into the office, trying and failing not to glare at the cameraman who patiently shifted to keep them in his sights. “You were so confident we would both agree to this?” Beat asked Danielle.
“If the best-case scenario happened, I simply wanted to have the footage.”
“This isn’t live?”
“No.” Danielle’s smile stretched across her face. “Not yet.” Her gaze ticked between Beat’s and Melody’s faces. “But like I said, we need to move quickly to make this happen by Christmas Eve. My vision is a sudden social phenomenon that will captivate even the most casual consumer of pop culture. None of the usual advertising for eight months until everyone is bored with the concept by the time it’s out of postproduction.” She planted both hands on her desk and leaned forward. “All we need is Joseph and his camera, platforms, bandwidth, and a plan. If the answer is yes, we will film some testimonials for promo on Wednesday and go live at the end of this week.”
“Our answer depends on a few important details,” Beat said.
“It does?” Melody whispered up at him from the corner of her mouth.
He squeezed her. “Yes.”
Beat really needed to remove his arm from Melody’s person, especially now that they were being filmed, but he couldn’t seem to make his body cooperate. And he really needed to stop thinking about the way her fingernails had briefly dug into his wrist back in the cafeteria. Damn, the memory made him hang heavier inside of his briefs.
Stop right there.
They were going to be spending a lot of time together over the course of the next thirteen days and he could not, would not, lay a fucking finger on Melody. She claimed she was participating in this sideshow to separate her finances from her mother’s, but . . . he had strong suspicions that Melody was also doing this for him, too. Which meant he needed to be grateful and protect her at all costs. In other words, keep his hands to himself.
Personal life and sex life. Never the twain shall meet.
Now was not the time to start breaking his own rule.
“What important details?” Danielle asked, clapping once. “Let’s knock this out.”
The cameraman chuckled.
Danielle shot the man a pointed look.
Was there a little . . . tension in the room between Danielle and Joseph? It appeared so, but Beat didn’t have time to focus on it now. “First off, I want security for Melody. A lot of it.”
Melody poked Beat in the side. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.” She tried to protest, but he spoke over her, though he gave her a quick shoulder squeeze to apologize. “Filming stops at night. We’re going to need downtime.”
Danielle nodded. “Like I said, we’ll be shooting you twelve to fourteen hours a day.”
“Great.”
“And I think I speak for both of us when I say, make sure you book a backup act for Christmas Eve, because if our mothers agree to share a stage again, we will have witnessed a divine miracle.”
“There are four other acts to carry the show, if the reunion doesn’t happen. Not that they’ll live up to Steel Birds, but the show must go on.”
“Good, because seriously, Beat is right about us performing a miracle. They haven’t seen one like this since the Bible,” Melody said, backing up Beat. “Growing up, my mother had a Steel Birds accolades room and Octavia’s face had been slashed to ribbons in every picture. A veritable museum of hatred.”
“My mother took ten years of primal scream therapy after the Concert Incident. In the house. We had a scream closet. I have actually never said Trina’s name out loud, because it was forbidden in our home.” He pointed at his mouth. “That was it. First time I’ve ever said it.”
Melody tilted her head at him. “How did it feel?”
“Like . . . relief. I always assumed it would set off a plague of locusts or cause mountains to collapse.”
“Quick. Someone check on Machu Pichu,” Melody said, pointing to the desk phone.
“This is going to be gold,” Danielle breathed, shoving the cameraman’s shoulder. “You keep filming. We can use the footage as promo. You two—keep talking. There has been so much speculation about the Steel Birds breakup, but since none of the finer details were ever made public, those details are largely guesswork.”