INICIAR SESIÓNHis songs were better when he had a broken heart. That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter. All I had to do? Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again. The pop icon’s songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough album—like the first he’d penned, using his heartbreak as fuel. The plan was simple: I’d go on tour with him as a backup dancer…and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspire—to become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it all—to destroy every feeling we hoped he’d develop for me. It seemed simple enough. Easy, even. I didn’t expect to be consumed myself—to see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didn’t foresee falling for him. It didn’t occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own. Most of all, I never thought I’d fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.
Ver másNASHI groan as I pull sunglasses over my eyes, a headache wreaking havoc on my brain. Looking to my right, I find a mass of people waiting outside the building where auditions are being held. The location we chose was supposed to be secure. Only the people auditioning were supposed to know where they were taking place. But here we are, with a hundred screaming fans outside the door I’m supposed to be walking in.I rub my temples, hiding behind the tinted glass for a few seconds longer. I know I’m late, but I woke up this morning with a raging hangover and no desire to come here at all.The screams outside the SUV window do nothing to help ease the tension in my head. I’m two seconds away from telling my driver to take me back home, to let Monica and anyone else decide which dancers to hire for the tour.But I’m already here. And if I’m going to have other people sharing my fucking stage, I might as well have a say in who it’ll be.Unbuckling my seatbelt, I look over at Sebastian, one
NORA“Excuse me, what?” Riley shrieks, her voice screeching through my car’s speakers.“Jeez, Riley,” I say, reaching for my dashboard to turn the volume for the Bluetooth down. “You just about busted my eardrum!”A car honks behind me before it whips over into the next lane and speeds right past me. People in LA traffic are so friendly.“I’m sorry, Nora, but you can’t expect me to be silent when you tell me you’re going on tour with Nash freaking Pierce!”“Well believe it,” I tell her. “I have to go to auditions, but it seemed like kind of a done deal.” “Remember us common people on your road to fame,” she jokes, muttering something quietly tosomeone on her end of the line.“By the way, I had to give Nash’s manager all of your info,” I add nonchalantly, hoping she doesn’t freak out.“What?” she screeches, clearly freaking out.“I know, I know. But you were listed as my agent and when she said she’d get in contact with my agent, I panicked.”“What happens when she finds out it’s a to
NASH“Hell no,” I snap, strumming out a few chords on my guitar to drown out her voice, making it known the conversation is over. Unfortunately, my manager is persistent and doesn’t give a rat’s ass if I’m done with the conversation or not.“It’s already been decided, Nash. I was just letting you know as a formality. Two days from now we’ll be holding auditions for this tour’s backup dancers.”I still refuse to look at her, instead staring down at my guitar, until I see two death trap shoes step in front of me.I sigh, my fingers falling from the fret board as I look up at my manager, Monica Masters. By the look on her face, she’s annoyed by me, but if we’re being honest, that’s the normal look I see from her. “I said I didn’t want fucking dancers. It’s me and my band up on stage. There’s no need for dancers,” I huff. I managed to sell out arenas on my last tour just fine without dancers. I don’t knowwhy she’s being such a pain in my ass about them this time.I’m not doing fucking da
NORA“Why me?” The question lingers in the air between the two of us.The silence causes me to take a long, nervous pull from my straw, and I swish the water around in my mouth before swallowing.I use this moment to take a good look at the woman sitting across from me. She can’t be much older than my twenty-one years. I’d guess she wasn’t a day over thirty, but it’s hard to tell in Los Angeles.There are so many plastic surgeons out here, she could be forty-two for all I know. Her hair is cut in a short, polished bob, the platinum blonde color of her hair appearing natural.Monica takes a long breath, her narrow shoulders lifting and falling in a fluid movement. I can hear the annoyance in her sigh just before she says, “Why not you, Nora?”Her comment spins in my head. She has a point; any girl would love the opportunity she’s giving me. I’m just not sure I’m the girl to accept the offer.Monica’s phone chimes from where she has it laid out on the table. She says nothing as she pick






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