Too Many Rock Stars (Access All Areas #1) Read Online Free PDF

like him would crush her, physically and mentally.
    My t-shirt stretched nicely over my belly. I patted my stomach, rock hard and nicely sculpted. Not the ugly muscles that meathead had.
    As I walked out the door, I checked my phone. There was a message, someone interested in the "band members wanted" notice I'd put out. I replied as I walked down the street, telling him to show up at the gig if he could make it. He sounded promising.
    The hardest part about starting over was getting a band together. So many idiots wanted to waste my time and most of them weren't even worth auditioning. If they couldn't follow the simple instructions in my ad, it didn't matter how well they played. I wanted no egos in my band.
    I wanted people who could play well but who knew who was boss. I didn't need a democracy or a bunch of friends. Doing it any other way would never work out. I knew that now.
    I got there early, as I'd intended. I sat at the bar downstairs and ordered a whisky. The bar girl, Carlie, gave me a weird smile as she sat my drink down.
    "We're not supposed to, but you can have this one on the house. You get your rider upstairs."
    I nodded my thanks and looked around for Violet but she was nowhere to be seen. That was okay, I could bide my time. There was nothing to gain from being overly anxious.
    When I finished my drink, I headed upstairs. There was a decent crowd already. I'd known I had a fan base in this town, it was one of the reasons I'd chosen it. A few girls ran over and asked for autographs. One of them slipped me her phone number. I gave her a wink but had no intention of ever calling her. She wore too much makeup and her top had a stain on it as though she'd spilt her drink. Anyway, banging groupies was not in my plan. Even if I didn't have Violet in my sights, flirting and the hint of a promise did much more than straight up sex. Sex just got messy and emotional. I wanted to be admired, not attached.
    I sipped on another whisky and listened to the opening act. They weren't the type of band I'd have chosen to follow, far too much uncontained rage, but I wasn't in a position to be picky. I had to establish myself first.
    A lanky guy with unkempt hair approached me just as I was about to go backstage.
    "Alex? I emailed you. I'm Fabian, the bass player..."
    "Cool. I'm about to get up but stick around. We can chat after I play."
    I gave him a nod and went to set up. With just me, it wouldn't take long.
    Violet came over before I went on. She looked even better than I'd remembered. Her short dress and boots were almost as sexy as those skimpy shorts. Some girls just look good no matter what they do and she was that type. With her hair in a thick braid and barely any makeup on, she still was as sexy as hell.
    "You ready?"
    "Yep, pretty much. Just me and my guitar. Are you sticking around for the set?" I tried to look like I didn't care but I sure as hell wanted to impress her. Without that, I'd not have a chance in this town and I'd sure as hell not have a chance with her.
    She nodded. "I'll be watching. You've got a good crowd in tonight. That's going to impress Chucklehead Chuck. He's all about the money at the moment."
    She was checking me out. She tried to hide it but her gaze was all over my body. The thought of her thinking about me warmed me up. It gave me an extra edge. This would be a good night.
    I walked out onto the stage, fully aware of the cheers going up for me. I'd have them eating out of my hand before I was done. I didn't look around until I got to the centre of the stage though, then I gave a short salute.
    I sat down on the stool and got out my guitar, looking around the room before starting into my first song so I could fix Violet in my sights. The combination of a slow love song and a meaningful look had gotten me a long way in life.
    I started with a slow number, getting into the groove of the place. In the chorus, I caught Violet's eye and slowly smiled.
    She was watching, not talking to anyone. I