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forward with a smile and roll of my finger. I see that she notices the lack of keyboard and extra microphone, so I hold mine between us. Surprise is evident on her face, and my heart flips at her open expression. Star hasn’t learned to mask her feelings. Every thought is painted all over her face. A part of me is intrigued by this and the other part is completely unnerved.
    “The song is called Can’t Have ,” I speak to the crowd. Then I lower my gaze and I start playing. As I sing through the verse I’m careful not to make eye contact with Star. But when we reach the chorus and her voice rings out, my eyes lift to hers. Her lips are pressed against the mic between us and I find my gaze lingering on them. Her body moves ever so slightly as she sings, and it’s damn sexy. Her lips are pursed and I’m acutely aware of the fact that if I move the microphone out of the way we would totally be making out. I wish I could say that this didn’t tempt me in the least, but then I’d be a liar. In fact, through the rest of the song all I can think about is kissing her. Ironic that the lyrics are about wanting something you can’t have. Star is someone I need to stay as far away from as possible. She’s too good for me. I hardly know her, and yet that’s painfully obvious.  I won’t drag her into all of my garbage. When the song finishes, it takes me a minute to compose myself. I get a little satisfaction out of seeing how dazed Star seems to be too.
    Only it’s probably more about the rush of singing on stage. I doubt she spent the entire song thinking about kissing me. It’s obvious by the dazed look on her face that she’s relishing the feeling of performing in front of a crowd. Not that I blame her. There really is nothing like it.
    “Thanks for coming,” I speak into the mic. “Good night.” I unhook my guitar strap while the other guys start cleaning up the stage, and the crowd claps. After setting the guitar down, I turn to Star.  “Thanks for singing with me. I know I caught you off guard.”
    The awed look she held a few minutes ago fades, replaced by a hard look.  “Sure.”
    “Look, I know I was an ass the other night. It’s just that Ryker sprung you on me at the last minute, and I wasn’t really prepared.”
    “Well, maybe you’ll be prepared for the next girl who auditions.”
    I almost laugh at her behavior. It’s clear that she’s trying really hard to make me pay for how I treated her the other night. Only the truth is, that even when she’s acting mad she still seems so sweet. And even though I know the best thing to do is to push her away, I really do want her in the band now. “Star,” I say, using my best pleading voice. I’ve never had a girl refuse me when I use this voice.  In fact, I kind of feel sorry for her. I know how badly she wants to be upset with me. “All the guys in the band thought you were amazing.”
    “What about you?” She crosses her arms over her chest, surprising me. “What did you think?”
    I squirm, realizing that my charm isn’t working as well as I’d hoped. Perhaps I underestimated Star.  “I thought you were good.”
    “Good, huh? That’s not what you said the other night.”
    Man, this chick isn’t going to let me off the hook at all. “I just told you that I wasn’t in the mood for an audition the other night. I just wanted to jam, okay?” Giggling fills the air and I glance down to see a few girls standing at the edge of the stage staring up at me. I smile back. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Clearly they aren’t immune to my charm.
    “Fan club?”  Star asks, un impressed.
    “What can I say? Chicks dig me.” At least most of them do .
    She turns around. “Well, thanks for letting me sing with you. Have fun with your fan club.”
    I’ve never been one to beg. I should just let her walk away. But my arm juts out and I grab her wrist before I can stop myself.  “Wait, Star. You didn’t give me an answer.”
    She turns