Vanni: A Prequel (Groupie Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Ginger Voight
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In the relatively short time she’s been studying under Aunt Susan, she has already perfected some of the most complicated sheet music Susan could throw at her. It impresses my formidable aunt more than she’ll let on.
I wonder momentarily if our children will be musically inclined.
My mother never was. There are times I wonder if my father had been, but there is no one to ask anymore.
I’m not entirely sure I want to know. Anything I may have in common with this man would soften me towards him, and he doesn’t deserve that, not after what he did.
Sometimes I fantasize that one day I’ll be so rich and so famous that he won’t be able to run from me anymore. What would I say if he showed up right in front of my face?
I have so many questions, which all circle back to the big one: “Why did you leave us?”
I grew up in the streets of Philadelphia. Most kids I knew had a father missing in action. Whether the guy split or ended up in jail, it was all the same.
We grew up without a man to guide us.
What would my father say to me now, I wonder? Would he encourage me to chase my dreams, like Aunt Susan? Or would he caution that I needed to keep my head out of the clouds, like Tony or Lori?
Looking around at the ecstatic bunch of revelers waiting to file into the entrance of the Garden, I know it doesn’t really matter what he would say. He got his chance to live his life his way when he walked out, which–by no strange coincidence–is exactly when I got my chance to the do the same. I wrap my arm around Lori’s waist and start inside.
Tony pulls me back, allowing others who had fallen in line behind us to go ahead. I am flabbergasted as I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
Tony just grins as he reaches inside his jacket. “Just the second part of your gift, man.”
He pulls out a lanyard and loops it around my neck. I hold the tag up in my hand. “It’s a backstage pass,” I murmur incredulously.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” Tony smiles as he pulls me into a side hug. “Nothing’s too good for one of my boys.”
I want to hug him, but we do have an image to maintain, especially Tony, who is still single. I see how he eyes the single girls around us, who are dressed to the nines for their favorite rock idols. I’ve seen my man Tony in action before. He could hone in on a girl who caught his eye like a bird of prey. I have seen many a girl crumble under his charm. And now he had the job and the apartment in the city to lure new flies onto his web. He wears a leather jacket that still smells brand new, one I have coveted ever since he bought it with his first big paycheck. It intoxicates a redhead nearby, who flashes him a wide smile when he puts his own backstage pass around his neck.
My buddy doesn’t miss a beat. He winks back at her, causing her to giggle.
When I was single, Tony and I were pretty scandalous as we prowled for a little female companionship. We knew all the dude tricks to leave them wanting more. It got complicated every now and then, with pissed off boyfriends that would try to run us down, or jealous girls who wanted to stake a claim. I cuddle my girl closer under my arm, glad to be done with all that drama for once. I only want three things out of life. I want to take care of my aunt Susan. I want to make love to my girl, Lori. And I want to make music.
The lights finally go down for the first act. I don’t really know their music but I don’t care. I’m on my feet, my fist pumping in the air, trying to sing along with every song. It’s all so fucking intoxicating, man. It’s like ingesting pure ecstasy. When the band I’ve come to see hits the stage, I lose my mind like every star-dazed groupie in the crowd. I know all the songs, which I sing loudly and on key, not that anyone can hear me. The massive amplifiers are almost as loud as the roar coming from the crowd.
Lori can’t see much, so I lift her up in my arms. I hear her try to sing along as best
In the relatively short time she’s been studying under Aunt Susan, she has already perfected some of the most complicated sheet music Susan could throw at her. It impresses my formidable aunt more than she’ll let on.
I wonder momentarily if our children will be musically inclined.
My mother never was. There are times I wonder if my father had been, but there is no one to ask anymore.
I’m not entirely sure I want to know. Anything I may have in common with this man would soften me towards him, and he doesn’t deserve that, not after what he did.
Sometimes I fantasize that one day I’ll be so rich and so famous that he won’t be able to run from me anymore. What would I say if he showed up right in front of my face?
I have so many questions, which all circle back to the big one: “Why did you leave us?”
I grew up in the streets of Philadelphia. Most kids I knew had a father missing in action. Whether the guy split or ended up in jail, it was all the same.
We grew up without a man to guide us.
What would my father say to me now, I wonder? Would he encourage me to chase my dreams, like Aunt Susan? Or would he caution that I needed to keep my head out of the clouds, like Tony or Lori?
Looking around at the ecstatic bunch of revelers waiting to file into the entrance of the Garden, I know it doesn’t really matter what he would say. He got his chance to live his life his way when he walked out, which–by no strange coincidence–is exactly when I got my chance to the do the same. I wrap my arm around Lori’s waist and start inside.
Tony pulls me back, allowing others who had fallen in line behind us to go ahead. I am flabbergasted as I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
Tony just grins as he reaches inside his jacket. “Just the second part of your gift, man.”
He pulls out a lanyard and loops it around my neck. I hold the tag up in my hand. “It’s a backstage pass,” I murmur incredulously.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” Tony smiles as he pulls me into a side hug. “Nothing’s too good for one of my boys.”
I want to hug him, but we do have an image to maintain, especially Tony, who is still single. I see how he eyes the single girls around us, who are dressed to the nines for their favorite rock idols. I’ve seen my man Tony in action before. He could hone in on a girl who caught his eye like a bird of prey. I have seen many a girl crumble under his charm. And now he had the job and the apartment in the city to lure new flies onto his web. He wears a leather jacket that still smells brand new, one I have coveted ever since he bought it with his first big paycheck. It intoxicates a redhead nearby, who flashes him a wide smile when he puts his own backstage pass around his neck.
My buddy doesn’t miss a beat. He winks back at her, causing her to giggle.
When I was single, Tony and I were pretty scandalous as we prowled for a little female companionship. We knew all the dude tricks to leave them wanting more. It got complicated every now and then, with pissed off boyfriends that would try to run us down, or jealous girls who wanted to stake a claim. I cuddle my girl closer under my arm, glad to be done with all that drama for once. I only want three things out of life. I want to take care of my aunt Susan. I want to make love to my girl, Lori. And I want to make music.
The lights finally go down for the first act. I don’t really know their music but I don’t care. I’m on my feet, my fist pumping in the air, trying to sing along with every song. It’s all so fucking intoxicating, man. It’s like ingesting pure ecstasy. When the band I’ve come to see hits the stage, I lose my mind like every star-dazed groupie in the crowd. I know all the songs, which I sing loudly and on key, not that anyone can hear me. The massive amplifiers are almost as loud as the roar coming from the crowd.
Lori can’t see much, so I lift her up in my arms. I hear her try to sing along as best