All Access (Brothers of Rock #1) (rockstar contemporary romance) Read Online Free PDF

wasn’t done.
    “You want more music?” he asked.
    Of course the crowd did.  This was their time.  Their moment too.  It wasn’t about the money paid for the show.  It was about the music and what it meant and what it did.
    “Okay!” Johnnie yelled.  “Let’s do it...”
    The music started a couple seconds later, and lead into a four song encore that could have been its own show.  The band was tight, fast, and sounded like they just took the stage.  They sounded nothing like a band that had just played for almost two hours.
    It left Jess mesmerized.
    It also left her a little jealous. 
    If Johnnie hadn’t been playing this encore part of the show, he’d be backstage with Jess.  She would finally be able to put to rest the wild butterfly feeling in her stomach.  She had no idea why Johnnie wanted her in his room.
    Maybe to thank her for coming to the show.
    Maybe to autograph her ticket.
    Maybe... more .
    When the music stopped for the second time, it was the final time.  The band ended by playing the last chorus of the last song five times and sealed the show with one last note that rang against the cheers of the crowd.
    Feedback started to cut in and the plug was pulled.
    The show was over, at least for the people in the crowd.
    Jess put a hand to her chest, feeling her heart.  Her body tensed and she focused on the door, hoping to keep her breathing calm.
    She told herself that maybe the show for her was just getting started.

(9)
     
    Johnnie hurried into the back hallway and ran his hands through his hair.  Peter met him with a fresh bottle of water and a pat on the back.
    “Hell of an encore there,” Peter said.  He looked around and then pulled Johnnie close.  “I loved the acoustic decision there.  You had them eating out of your hand.  That’s what acoustic does.  It’s intimate.  Perfect.  Like I said...”
    “Enough,” Johnnie said and slipped away.
    “Hey!  Johnnie!” Chris yelled.
    Johnnie stopped and turned.  The rest of the band came down the hall, slow and confident.  He could read their eyes, knowing they were ready for a water, a beer, and a shot. 
    “What’s up?” Johnnie asked.
    “It’s the last show,” Chris said.  “How about... we say something?”
    “That was a great show,” Rick said.  “Johnnie, you were on fire.  You were like part of the crowd, man.”
    “And the acoustic version of “Chasing”,” Danny said.  “That was amazing.”
    “Really?” Johnnie asked.  “I was hoping I didn’t piss you guys off with that.”
    “No way,” Chris said.
    “It’s cool,” Danny added.  “Didn’t see it coming.”
    “But we pulled it off,” Rick said.  “Just proves how good we still are.”
    Rick put a hand up and made a fist.
    Johnnie laughed as the rest of the band had that gleam in their eyes.  Johnnie remembered that gleam and the first time he saw it after one of their first practices, after writing one of their earlier songs.  They had pulled off the song without a single mistake and once the song ended, the phone rang with an offer for their first gig. 
    Now it was years upon years later, millions of albums sold, millions of t-shirts and stickers sold, world tours, and all the allure that comes with being in such a band and they could still have those simple moments that boil down to the music. 
    It’s always about the music.
    “How about we celebrate with a quick shot?” Davey asked.  “I have a bottle of Jack on the bus, saved it for tonight.”
    “That’s a lot of whiskey for a short bus ride,” Danny said.  “We’re, what, five miles from the hotel?”
    “Works for me,” Rick said.  He put his arms around Davey and Danny’s necks.
    “Guys, listen,” Johnnie said, “I have something to take care of here...”
    “Take care of?” Chris asked.  He looked beyond Johnnie and saw Peter aimlessly pacing wall to wall, glued to his cell phone as always.
    Around them a small crowd of roadies were already taking