of all those years
wasted in prison when he should’ve been doing this.
The next song
took on the melody of a love ballad. Cole ditched the guitar and pulled the
microphone from its stand and walked the stage singing and slapping hands with
the audience. His tight jeans hugged his butt as he bent over, causing Shannon
to groan. His arm muscles bulged as he cradled the microphone in his hands. God,
Shannon mused, it seemed as though he serenaded and made love to every woman in
the audience. She wanted it to be her.
When Cole
introduced Cameron, Shannon flew out of her trance and her heart swelled for
her son. Cole introduced him as a local teenager from the Boston area who
possessed incredible talented. Cameron didn’t disappoint the fans either. He
played and sang like a pro. Cole stood right there alongside him, giving him
silent support, playing and singing back-up.
Tears streamed
down Shannon’s face and she had trouble breathing. She had always known Cameron
had talent, but it hit her, at precisely this moment, as to exactly how much. From
this night on, his life would never be the same. She only hoped he was ready
for it. Mature enough to handle it. And, oh my God, what would John say?
Cameron stayed,
playing his guitar on stage with the band until they took a short break. “Mom,
that was so awesome!” He bound down the stairs completely breathless from all
the excursion and excitement, not to mention hot, sweaty and grinning from ear
to ear.
Cole came up
beside Shannon also sweaty and looking extremely hot. Somehow the combination
of the smell of sweat and watching it drip down his face turned her on. She
stared as he chugged a bottle of water. Watched his Adam’s apple bob up and
down when he swallowed, and she nearly groaned out loud. After tossing the
empty into a barrel, he handed a full one to Cameron, then smiled at Shannon. The
smile lit up his molten brown eyes.
“Your boy did
great. He picked up on every one of our songs like a pro. If you don’t mind, I
asked him to sit in on the next set.”
Shannon didn’t
know what to say. No matter what Cole said, she didn’t want Cameron being a
burden. “I don’t know. You’ve done so much already.”
“Mom, please,” her
son pleaded and focused his sad puppy dog eyes on her. When a teenager wanted
something bad enough, somehow they knew how to beg for it just the right way. Shannon
figured it was inbred in them at birth.
“You can’t
imagine what it’s like out there. It’s always been my dream to be standing on
stage with thousands of fans cheering and singing along with me. I know they’re
here for BlackJack, but I can feel the connection with them and with the
music. Please don’t ruin this for me.” He clasped his hands together and
dropped to his knees. “P lease, please, please, ” he begged.
“Cole, can I
talk to you for a sec,” Shannon said, tilting her head, indicating the need for
privacy.
They stepped
away from Cameron and her mind reeled, trying to figure out how to approach
what bothered her. She decided there was no way except to take a deep breath,
swallow and forge forward. “Cole, there are girls, women actually, flashing
their, ah, um...naked, um...breasts at you guys on stage. I don’t want Cameron up
there.”
“Shannon,” Cole
said, clearly enjoying himself. “We can hardly see anything from the stage due
to the lights. Besides, if you were in the audience you might find yourselves
sitting next to one of these women.”
Somewhat
relieved by his explanation, albeit embarrassed by the content of the
conversation, she said. “Oh, I never thought of that.”
“But did you
see.” He put his hands out in front of his chest to indicate large breasts. “The
woman in the front row with the—”
“Cole!” she
yelled.
His arm snaked
around her back and he whispered close to her ear, causing her heart to
palpitate. “I’m kidding. Let him come on stage, who knows when he’ll get
another chance.”
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