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Rolling Stone issue that featured Tempest. Eyes squinting, he stood next to Bryan seeming to compare the picture to reality. “Can I have your autograph,” he asked apparently deciding Bryan was the real deal.
    “He’s gets it from me for sure. At his age I had a total obsession with the Beatles. Maybe I have an old soul, but then music speaks to me.”
    “Sure, sport.” Bryan grinned, the muscles on his intricately tatted arms flexing as he moved the pen, adding one more to his long list of admirers.
     

 

     

     
     
    I shook the rain water from my hair after kickstanding the Triumph. I’d misjudged the weather. Good thing my guitar case was water repellant. I should’ve taken a cab, but I so preferred to ride. The motorcycle was much better than a car for zipping in and out of Vancouver traffic. Except for when it rained. I pocketed the key, strode quickly through the parking garage, and pushed open the glass door to enter Black Cat Records.
    I was running late. Again.
    “Hey Karen.” I stopped in front of the receptionist desk, rivulets of water rolling down my leather sleeves and onto the gray carpet. “How’s it going?”
    “Good. Pretty quiet today, though. Your sister’s here.”
    “Really?” I hadn’t seen her since she got back from a visit to see my dad on the island. I hadn’t mentioned the Tempest thing to her yet, and didn’t plan to until things were decided.
    “What’s she up to?”
    “She’s in studio twelve.” Karen looked at her computer screen. “The note says she’s supposed to be laying down vocals for her solo album.”
    I nodded. I was curious to hear what she had so far. She was being unusually secretive about the whole deal. I made a mental note to catch up with her later just as Karen’s phone rang.
    “Black Cat Records,” she answered cheerily.
    I tapped the granite surface of the desk and mouthed, “See you later.” The heels of my boots sank into the thick carpeted runner as I turned the corner and entered the long corridor that led to all the recording rooms. I stopped in front of number eight
    Holy hell.
    Everyone was already inside. Good thing it was the largest studio because in addition to Lace and the four remaining members of Tempest, Bridget was there, along with a wide eyed little boy who was tucked close to her side. The physical resemblance left no doubt that they were related.
    The mysterious Carter , no doubt. So she had a little brother.
    His eyes were aquamarine just like hers and his chin length hair the same shade of platinum blonde. There was definitely a wide age gap between the two siblings. I noticed that Bridget was dressed much the same as she’d been yesterday, jeans a size too big, loose button down shirt, no makeup. Yet still incredibly beautiful.
    While I was staring, a smile spread across her face, two dimples peeking out, and she laughed. The musical sound of her laughter hit me like a warmth infused dart square in the center of my chest. The Tempest drummer standing next to her was apparently the cause of her mirth. As King continued to gesticulate wildly, her head went back, and she laughed even harder, waving an arm in front of herself as if appealing for him to stop. That’s when she saw me standing in the doorway. The sparkle in her beautiful eyes extinguished, her mouth closed, and her laughter died. Her cautious veneer returned as she coolly considered me.
    The little boy’s head lifted. He looked up at her and then followed the direction of her gaze. “Who’s that man?”
    “Justin,” she explained. “The one who’s trying out for lead singer today.”
    “The one no one likes.”
    Ah, from the mouths of babes…the unvarnished truth.
    “No kiddo,” she said looking embarrassed. “It’s not that the guys don’t like him, it’s just that they’re not sure he’s the right one for the group.”
    “Sorry, I’m a little late.” I pasted on a confident smile and entered the twenty by fourteen foot space, feeling