Novel & Cerita Rock Star Book

The stage has been set, as the crowd built up, it moved toward the stage, a pale mist cover the stage, the light went dark without the warning, the inconspicuous sound of music could be heard just over the chatter of the crowd, the adrenaline went through the roof, and the crowd becomes crazy, a live concert was started, a man looking around twenty-eight with a guitar entered into the stage, the atmosphere becomes phenomenal when he starts the performance, and the crowd started to chant or said screams out of the throat, “Rockstar…Rockstar…” “Rockstar!!!…”, a puzzled expression appeared on Tara's face, she didn't understand Why the crowd drove so crazy…?... and Who is the Rockstar…?... Tar

I brought my pride and my guitar All my friends are all gone but there's manicured lawns And the people still think I'm a star I walked around downtown I met some fans on Lafayette They said tell us how to make it 'cause we're getting real impatient So I looked 'em in the eye and said You don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all that I know are sad songs, sad songs The seniors looked away from me. “I’m n

What in the hell just happened? Evie gives me a ride home since it is still raining out. She follows me up to my apartment. She looks around, I already know what she is thinking. Yes, it’s small, but it is only me so I don’t need anything big. I am still in shock over what happened earlier. Why in the hell would a famous rock star want plain old me? He literally can have any woman he wants. None of this makes sense.

“Because I don’t believe that I would be the person I am today if not for this wonderful professor and great man… and his intervention.” Professor B. shook his head but allowed Victor to continue. “You see… I wasn’t always a ‘nightclub mogul’.” Victor smiled and made air quotes around the phrase with his fingers. “I was arrogant as hell, allergic to all forms of authority… To make it short… I was a punk! My parents were never around and I just barely graduated from high school. I got into trouble quite frequently. But destiny winked my way and I met Professor B. one night while I was working as a busboy.”

I had boyfriends before, but I always ended up getting cheated on. I had only every kissed a guy once. Vic never let me live it down, since he was a quiet, nerdy guy. Being this close to a guy that I find this attractive, was a very different situation for me. “Well, until yesterday, I had only lived in one house for my entire life. My favorite color is red, I prefer night-time to day, my favorite season is autumn, my favorite holiday is Halloween, I’m in college for funeral science, I like metal music, video games, reading and writing, and I love nature.” I listed my interests for him. He was staring at me like I was telling him the most exciting news of his life. “Funeral science, huh?” H

“While this new album has been sitting at number one for a few weeks now, it isn’t reaching the fans the way we need it to—to have lasting stardom for him. And much to the dismay of Nash’s inner circle, he refuses to let any girl get close enough for him to even possibly fall in love, let alone feel anything. At this point he’s got nothing to inspire his music.” Monica leans back in the brass chair, her arms folding over her chest gracefully. I stir the ice cubes in my drink with the fancy straw, mulling her words over. “What makes you think I’ll be able to get close to him, then?”

"But you're now back. You're still a rockstar, aren't you?" "I am a rockstar." "Well hello there. I am a survivor."

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

“Damn, what did you do to her?” Rocky was the brother I wished I had. Long before my art company and suits and ties, Rocky and I were young, reckless and dangerous together. We didn’t just trade guns on the black market. We traded everything. Stories. Shirts. Sometimes even girls. He was everything I wished Terruso and I were. I didn’t even give him a blink. I just swirled my glass, because there was not a single joke in me after that shit Maddison pulled. Rocky’s grin faded. He dropped a folder on the table, tapping it once. “Right down to business I guess. Bernie Stone.,”

Actual tears glistened in his eyes. “I haven’t cried in years, Sienna. Not since that night. But you… you make me feel everything again. The good and the fucking terrifying.” The raw vulnerability in his face hit me like a punch. The cocky rockstar was gone. This was the real Nova — broken, angry, and looking at me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “I’m scared too,” I whispered, the fight draining out of me. “Scared of how much I want you. Scared this is going to destroy us both.”