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a book about a man and woman in love.
    Fuck my life.
     
    ~*~
     
    My first order of business after signing the lease was to find a rock band to get some info from. I wasn’t walking into this book blindly. I didn’t know shit about instruments or how to play them. I drove around for a while with my GPS off. Amanda would be so proud of me. I didn’t go anywhere without my GPS or stopping for gas when I come off full. I guess I have a tad of OCD. I switched the radio to satellite and pressed my hair band rock station. I loved the eighties hair bands. For the hundredth time, I wondered if I should be looking for Jensen. I exhaled loudly and looked in the rear view mirror.
    “Can you give me a sign? Tell me I’m supposed to look for him or something?”
    I stared at the radio as “Signs” by Tesla started to play. I scowled and shut it off.
    I found what looked like the center of town and proceeded to get irritated with all the one way signs. (Ha) I ended up parked at least four blocks away from anything. I got out of my car and looked at the street sign.
    J Pratt Ave.
    What. The. Fuck?
    I pulled my phone out and snapped a picture of it, sending it to my godmother. My phone pinged seconds later with a reply from her.
    I told you!
    I hated that. This shit was even freakier than I imagined.
    I set out up San Francisco Street, which was named correctly. It was up hill all the way and I was wearing high heeled boots. Lovely. Music poured out of one of the establishments and I peeked inside.
    “Looking for someone?”
    I turned to find a dark-haired kid with huge green eyes smiling at me.
    “I’m looking for a band.”
    “The whole band?” he eyed me up and down. “That’s pretty ambitious of you.”
    “Not for that.” I laughed. “I’m a writer and I need some information.”
    “Well, I’m your guy then. I’m in a band.”
    “What instrument do you play?”
    “Bass, and not very well,” he winked.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Aarin. What’s yours?”
    “Serena.”
    “Well, Serena. How do you want to do this? Do you want to grab a tape recorder and hit a coffee house?” He eyed me again. “Or maybe a bar? I have this visual of you chain smoking while drinking hard liquor.”
    “Ah, but I’m not that kind of writer. Everything gets stored up here.” I tapped my temple. “But I do chain smoke and drink coffee.”
    “Excellent!”
    Aarin led the way and I followed because I had no idea where I was going. This was my favorite part though, I loved moving to a new town and finding my way around. When I got bored or restless, I was out. Being a writer afforded me that option and I took it every time. Maybe I was just used to running. I’d done it since the day Jensen left me. Aarin took me to a bar called Maloney’s and we grabbed a booth in the corner. We both ordered Guinness and I grabbed a menu.
    “So, you’re a writer. Would I have read anything you’ve published?”
    I snorted.
    “Not unless you like gay male romances.”
    “Well, me and the guys have often said we’re the gayest band in Flagstaff.”
    I laughed.
    “You’re not gay though, are you?” I peered at him closely.
    “Nah. I got a girlfriend. All of us do. We’re just…” Aarin tilted his head to the side in thought. “Open minded?”
    “Well, that’s good to hear.”
    “So you’re writing a gay rock book?”
    “No, I’m actually writing a heterosexual novel this time.”
    “Oh. My. God!” Aarin held his chest in mock horror. “Do your fans know this?”
    I couldn’t help but laugh. I always had excellent luck when it came to people I chose to work with, and it seemed as if Aarin would fit right in.
    “They do,” I nodded. “They aren’t very happy about it either. My publisher is hoping to bring some male/female readers to the gay male romance genre.”
    “That’s a tall order, isn’t it?”
    “Yes. I just hope I can pull it off.”
    “Well, I’ll help anyway I can. What do you know about the music