A Matter of When by Eden Winters

A Matter of When by Eden Winters

Author:Eden Winters [Winters, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“NOW, HENRI, I had to pull a few strings, but I managed to get Godfrey Chambers to audition.” Lucas’s grin seemed to suggest Henri should give a shit. “You know, formerly of The White Lions of Kent.”

If he were that damned good, the Lions wouldn’t have dumped his ass. Henri extended his hand. Might as well show good manners for the ten minutes it’d take to get rid of the asshole. What a pitiful handshake. “Let’s see what you got.” Henri wiped Godfrey’s palm sweat off on his jeans and took his place beside Lucas. Godfrey reeked of tobacco smoke and appeared none too steady on his feet. He tuned up and launched into a riff. Not bad. He stopped and fired up a cigarette, letting it hang loosely in his lips while playing.

Oh hell no. Henri stalked up, grabbed the coffin nail, and flung it to the floor. He ground out the fire with the heel of his boot.

“Hey! What you do that for?” Godfrey took a swipe at Henri and missed.

“Let me ask you something.” Henri stood toe to toe with one hell of a tall fucker. Didn’t matter. As wasted as he appeared to be, a strong wind might blow him over. “How late were you out drinking last night?”

“Two? Three? What’s that got to do with anything?”

“With a show to play at 9:00 a.m.?”

“Show? This ain’t no show.”

“No, it’s an audition, when you’d better be your best. If this is your best, I’d hate to see you on the night we play a half-full tent at some state fair.” Henri took a step forward. The guitarist took a step back. “If you don’t respect yourself, don’t ask me or the rest of the band to respect you. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. The rest of us plan to get up on stage and give it our all, night after night. We deserve better than you. Now go on, get out of here.”

He vaguely heard Lucas following the guy to the door, making apologies. No more half-assed shit. Plenty of musicians would give choice body parts to be a part of this band. Henri didn’t need anyone only in it for the money, women, or whatever else motivated a musician besides the music in their souls. Holy shit. The music in their souls. “Lucas!”

The manager who definitely earned his money came trotting back. “Henri, what are you doing? We’ll never find a lead guitarist if you keep this up!”

“I already found him.”

“What? Who?”

“Back when I was on a talent show, a kid named Michael Lindley competed. Six strings, twelve, four, you name it. If it has strings, he’d tear it up.”

“Michael Lindley? I’ve never heard of him.”

“That’s ’cause he didn’t make it to the finals. He did join my first band for a while before my mother tossed him out.” And the reasons why might present more problems than simply his plain face.


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