Chapter 1
James’s P.O.V.
Me and the mates walked into the bar. It was a gritty shack full of whores and perverts.
I loved it.
Ben and Danny moved to the bar, and Sam and Cameron sat down with two sluts and bought them around.
I walked to the stage in a trance, though, being led by a sound. There was a jazzy voice singing Happy Birthday a la Marilyn Monroe when she sang to one of the presidents of America. It was the voice that drew me, but the beauty that made me stay.
She was drop dead gorgeous. She had perfect porcelain skin and a head topped with thick, hot pink curls. She was delicately boned, with a ski slope nose, big pink lips, glowing white teeth, and huge eyes. Those eyes, though, were closed as she continued to sing into another song- “Money is the anthem of success, so before we go out, what’s your address?”
As she continued to sing, the bar quieted. Her deep, jazzy voice that could also suddenly become clear and high and girly had an effect on the rowdiness. I dragged my eyes away to look at the tables full of men beside me, only to see them staring up at her with full concentration, eyes glazed over, and mouth slightly agape. They were all in love with her, too.
I looked backwards to find the guys. They were all star struck as well.
When she eventually finished the song, she opened her eyes and smiled widely. The bar erupted in cheers.
I had to meet this girl.
Twiggy’s P.O.V.
I was so happy to hear the whole bar cheer for me. I smiled as widely as I could and walked off the stage, being helped down by the bar owner, Carlos.
“That was amazing,” he warmly complimented. “It always is, though.”
I blushed. “Thanks, Carlos.”
He turned around to face a very good-looking, tall man. Carlos introduced us. “Twiggy, this is James Cassells. James, this is Twiggy.”
He smiled and stuck his hand out. We shook hands and I melted. “Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking my hands firmly. He must play the drums- he had calluses and chick magnet biceps. His voice was British and hot.
“So, Twiggy, I like your voice,” he continued.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling. “That means a lot coming from you. I love Asking Alexandria.”
He looked surprised. “You do?”
I didn’t know what was so surprising. “Yeah...”
He looked back at his band members. “You should meet these guys.”
James’s P.O.V.
I brought her over to a table, jerking my head to the guys to follow. They all admired her body too. Before I could start up with her again, she was talking tattoos with Ben. She had Faith on the right side of her left hand’s pinky, a rose behind her ear, the outline of America on the back of her neck, and a small elegant cross on the right side of her inside right wrist.
“So are you French?” Danny asked, referring to her French accent.
She shook her head. “No, I’m from America. I was born in New York, but when I was three I moved to France. I lived there until I was 12, and then moved back to New York. I moved her as soon as I turned eighteen, just two months ago.”
“So, you want to be a singer?” I asked, forcing myself into this conversation. I had found her after all.
She looked surprised. “Well… Yeah. I love singing.” She smiled like she was sharing a secret. “I can scream, too.”
That was a shock. This little thing of skin and bones can scream? We had to see this.
“Why don’t you join us at the studio tomorrow?” Danny asked. “We’d like to see what you can do.”
She smiled excitedly. “I’d love that!”
