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the door, a tense, irritated-looking man spotted them and stormed over. Chandler was a bit alarmed, and looked to Peri for reassurance.
    “Where have you been?” He directed at Peri and then turned to Chandler. “Are you Chandler Chatam?”
    “Chill Cash, we went for lunch. I do get lunch around here, you know,” Peri snarked back at him. She never put up with Cash’s bullshit. “And yes, this is Chandler Chatam. Chandler, this is Cash Strickland, AD’s manager. What’s going on, Cash? Was it something that couldn’t wait?”
    “Not you, her. I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour,” he looked pointedly at Chandler.
    “I apologize, sir. I was with Peri. I must have forgotten to turn my phone back on after the audition.”
    “Well, I’m glad you came back. The guys would like to have a short meeting with you, and now is good for them since they are all still here.”
    She hesitated, “OK, I guess.” They did tell her she would hear one way or the other, so this must be it. Chandler didn’t hold out much hope. Oh well, there were lots of other bands and venues. She would just have to pick up the pace on her search.
    “Let’s go back to the conference room. It’s big enough for all of us.” He ushered her back down the same hall as before but this time it felt like the walk of doom . He closed the door behind him, her leaving her alone in the room empty, just like she had been in the rehearsal room.

Chapter Five
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    T he band was busy rehearsing when Cash got their attention over the speaker from the control booth. “Wrap it up and take a break guys. She’s in the conference room.” The band looked through the glass and gave brief nods. They didn’t need to rehearse the play list; the songs were ingrained in their minds.
    KeeMac was the first through the conference room door, followed by Cash carrying a stack of papers.
    “Great to see you again so soon, Ms. Chatam,” KeeMac greeted her with a wink. Chandler didn’t want to be happy to see a flirtatious side from any of these guys, but she was glad to see something other than an asshole-side from them like she’d gotten at the end of her audition. After the abrupt send-off she’d received, she had no clue what to expect from them. Her brain ran in overdrive while she sat alone in the conference room anticipating what they would have to say. She steeled herself for the delivery: “ here it comes, the let-down...”
    Carter, Gunner, and Ryan followed the lead singer and manager into the room looking every bit the rock stars that they were destined to be. They each were off-the-charts hot, each in their own way, and they carried themselves with an air of arrogance as they took seats around the table. They were larger than life, filling the space of the conference room that should have comfortably seated twenty people.
    Chandler watched them in rapt attention as the settled into their seats, chattering idly with one another about things Chandler didn’t register. They each greeted her briefly then turned their attention to their phones and to their muttered conversations with each other, sneaking brief glances at her every few moments. Chandler couldn’t help but watch them, too.
    Each of them sported an interesting array of ink on their arms. Gunner had a skull on the side of his neck. From what Chandler could see Carter had one full-colored sleeve and an unfinished Texas flag peeked out from under his t-shirt sleeve on his other arm. Ryan had the fewest visible tattoos, with just one on each forearm and an AD on the fingers of his right hand. Their pecs and biceps were obviously well-defined, and the ink on them simply enhanced their appeal. As Chandler eyes wandered over their tattoos she found herself wondering what they looked like under their stretched t-shirts. Did their well-developed muscles mean six-pack abs would be hiding under those t-shirts, too?
    Cash started out pushing his stack of papers in