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creamy skin that secured her position as a local folk music goddess.
    The Brewers weren’t signed with GSE, but were under contract with another local folk-focused label. I’d run into them several times at local festivals during my stint with Celtic Summer. Nessa was the first to ask me if our band was on break or a break-up when she heard the news that CJ and I were gunning for this tour.
    I assured her it wasn’t a breakup, but an indefinite break. Shaughn, Celtic Summer’s lead singer, was originally from Ireland, and moved here in middle school. She had long hoped to earn enough money to go back to her homeland and sustain her while forging a solo career, and this summer it finally came together for her. Our drummer, Chris, had plenty of opportunities waiting for him, and had a deep, nomadic spirit that made three years just long enough for him to be with one group before exploring other ventures.
    “Is she attached?” CJ asked, ignoring my request that he leave it alone.
    I shook my head. “Not that I know of. I’ve never seen her with anyone in particular.”
    “Anything wrong with her? She a bitch? Or a lesbian?”
    “No,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think she’s either, but I’m certain she isn’t a bitch.”
    “But she could be a lesbian,” he stated with a whiff of defeat.
    Arching an eyebrow at him, I gave him a challenging grin. “They could all be lesbians,” I teased.
    He held his arms out, tilting his chin to the sky. “I could never be so lucky. Why is she off-limits, though? D’you ever bang her?”
    “No, I never banged her. I didn’t even meet her until last year. But The Brewers are actually going to be with us for most of the next six months, and I’d rather you found someone else to fornicate with than risk them bailing on the tour because you’re a pig.”
    He continued to gawk heavy lidded, at our tour mate as if he hadn’t taken in anything I’d said. “She’s been in the business a while, right?” he accurately assessed by her fluency on stage and with the equipment.
    “Yeah, why?”
    CJ turned to me with renewed hope springing across his face. “Then she’ll know what to expect from a drummer.”
    At that, I had nothing left to say. CJ said he and Frankie were broken up. While I didn’t buy his over it act, there was nothing to do. Or say. Except, “Good luck, and don’t make too big of a mess of things.”
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    The show was sold out and a great way to kick off our tour. After a relatively short meet-up with the crowd, the artists retreated to Molly Molloy’s for some decompression time. Despite all the energy I received, in the moment from a show, they’re immediately draining. I was revitalized by the next time I stepped on stage, sure, but giving it a hundred and twenty percent all the time left me weary, needing a beer and a good night’s sleep before doing it all again.
    “Good show, Kane,” Nessa said, leaning against the bar where I was seated, tilting a brown, slim-necked bottle of beer to her lips.
    “You’ll have to be more specific these days, Ness. My cousin shares my last name, and I’d hate to have you waste a compliment on him,” I teased.
    Her mismatched eyes grew wide. “The drummer’s your cousin?”
    I nodded, stretching my arms over my head then my neck, side to side. “The rumors are true.”
    “What rumors?” she asked, poorly masking a grin as she fingered her signature pearl necklace.
    “Whatever you’ve heard. It’s all true.”
    She gave a slow nod. “Ditched a girlfriend to come on tour?”
    “I guess,” I said, though I had no idea where she got that information.
    “Has played drunk while having a broken arm?”
    “Most drummers have,” I answered, unapologetically playing up the stereotypes.
    “Womanizer?”
    I laughed. “Where’d you hear all this from?”
    “CJ,” she answered, breaking into a full laugh.
    “Of course.” I joined her in laughter as we watched CJ work the crowd at