A Star For Rob

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A Star For Rob

Status: Draft

A Star For Rob

Book by: k.l.warzala

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Genre: Romance

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

 

 

Content Summary


Rob Starre grew up poor in a troubled childhood. He never wanted a life in music, but by the time he was thirteen, his father made sure there wasn't an instrument out there that he couldn't play.
When a horrible chain of events forces him out in the world, the music is what keeps him alive. When a one-night stand and a chance encounter brings Rob face to face with stardom, he has to decide
if it might cost him more than he's willing to give. ***Rated X for language, graphic sex scenes, rape, drugs, and alcohol.*** This is the first draft. I want to thank all who read and review. I
always appreciate the help.

Chapter Content - ver.2

Submitted: March 30, 2021

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Chapter Content - ver.2

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Something wasn’t right. There was no sign of Lucy ever returning to his apartment. The dirty laundry he never got to was all over the bedroom. The paramedics had left a mess with medical tape, tubing, and bandages. Lucy had not been there. Lucy always kept things clean.

Rob returned to the kitchen, grabbed a plastic garbage bag, and set to work. He filled the garbage bag, then set about sorting his dirty laundry. Two loads washed and dried should be enough before he had to leave for the studio. He needed the clothes since he came home in the white orderly uniform that D had “borrowed” from the hospital for him to wear.

 He took two loads to the basement and started the washers. He was glad the apartment building supplied washers and dryers. It saved him trips to the laundromat. Of course, with laundry equipment so close by, Rob should have been ashamed that he had let things go for so long.

Back in his apartment, he poured a cup of coffee, sat down on the couch, and double-checked his phone for any calls or texts from Lucy. He didn’t understand why she hadn’t called or why she never came back to the hospital.

He dialed her number. It went straight to voicemail.

“Luce, it’s Rob,” he said. “I’m worried about you. I don’t know where you are or if you’re okay. Please call me if you get this message. Love you, baby.”

If he had the time, he would hop on a city bus and take it to her place. He didn’t like going there. Her “apartment” was a bedroom in a house owned by a nasty old woman. Rob had only been there once, and that was enough for him. But right now, he couldn’t take the time. He had to get to the studio and make things right with Larry Brown.

***

The music was going full blast when Rob approached the studio door. He stood outside for a moment, listening, captivated by the song. It was his song. It was his voice singing it. After all this time, it still felt like a dream.

Unable to stop himself, he punched the air, a very long, “Yes,” hissing from his lips. He believed if he weren’t out in the open, he would be jumping up and down with joy. Instead, he calmed himself and grabbed the door handle, twisting it open.

The music was twice as loud when Rob stepped into the studio. Brown was in the control booth listening to the recording. When he saw Rob, he gave a large grin and two thumbs up. Then he beckoned him into the control booth.

“You like?” Brown asked.

“Yea,” Rob said. “I like. I like it a lot. It’s good, isn’t it?”

“You bet your ass, it’s good. Your harmonies are tight as hell. Where did you learn to sing like that?”

Rob laughed. “Three brothers and a dad that kicked our asses if we went off-key.”

“Then thank your dad for me. Great stuff, Rob.”

At the mention of his dad, Rob’s scalp prickled with shame. He ran his hands through it so it would stop. “I’ll do that,” he said. “So, what's left to do?”

“Pack your bags, son,” Brown’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “It’s showtime!”

***

As soon as Kate Windsor met Rob Starr, she knew she wanted him. More than that, she knew she had to have him. Tall and lean, he was the epitome of sex; raw, unemotional sex. He moved like a cat, agile, aloof, with a slow, sensual gate. His legs were long, his body hourglass-shaped. He was not muscular, but his arms looked taught and strong.

It was the same day she auditioned as his backup singer.

When she first entered the building, Kate’s eyes took a minute to adjust. Compared with the brightness outdoors, the studio seemed bathed in darkness. Squinting her eyes, she could see several figures behind the control booth windows, but the lights inside were behind them. Kate couldn't see who they were.

The audition she applied for was with a new artist. There would be travel. The idea of travel appealed to Kate. She was sick of Los Angeles, the smog, the tents on the sidewalks, the needles in the gutters. The idea of backing a new artist didn’t. She hated wasting her time on a new artist who could flop within a year. But a job was a job.

When she got to the studio, there were two other girls ahead of her. Disappointed, she took a seat along the wall and waited her turn.

When her turn finally came, she planted her feet in front of the microphone and placed one side of the headphones over one ear. She discovered long ago that to sing flawlessly, she had to hear herself with the headphones and without.

The music piped through was a song she knew well, and she sang it with ease. Once she finished, they asked her to sing it again but only supply the harmonies, another easy task for her.

She felt elated when she finished. She knew she sang her best. They had to pick her. She desperately wanted this job. In all honesty, she needed this job. She had come to despise California, especially Los Angeles, and saw this as her only way out.

Kate’s heart sank when they thanked her and told her they would call. She hoped to find out right away if she had the job or not. The sudden elation she felt when she finished singing left her like dust in the wind.

She went home, took a long hot bath, and waited for the phone to ring.

For some reason, she didn’t expect them to call. She didn’t get any kind of good vibration, like the kind you got when you interviewed for a job and just knew you nailed it.

After her bath, she uncorked the bottle of Chablis she kept in the fridge and downed the first glass. She poured another and wobbled to the couch. The first glass of wine went straight to her head.

Vaguely, she wondered who the artist was. Was it a man or a woman? She hoped it was a man. Women could be bitchy and catty. Kate always had a hard time working with them. Were they very new or somewhat established? She hoped they had some musical background. She had no patience for crybabies. Would they be friendly, or would they be assholes, like most recording artists? That remained to be seen.

Kate shrugged her shoulders and finished off the glass of wine. It didn’t matter. She would take what she could get and be happy with it.

She grabbed the remote and kicked on the television. Pushing random buttons, she hoped to find a good movie or at least a decent show to watch. After searching for several minutes, she gave up, put on the news, and lay down, covering up with the quilt she always kept over the back of the couch.

She didn’t realize she fell asleep until the ringing of her cell phone woke her.

Groggily, she grabbed her phone, almost dropped it, then steadied it at her ear. “Hello,” she said, her voice a whisper and filled with sleep.

“Um, yea, is this Kate Windsor?”

She sat up suddenly, not recognizing the male voice on the other end. “Yes, this is Kate,” she said quickly. “Who is this?”

“This is Bill Shepherd. I work with Larry Brown.”

“Yes, Mr. Shepherd, I remember you.” He worked the control panel at the studio.

Kate’s heart started to beat hard.

“Mr. Brown was wondering if you could come back into the studio tonight? He wants you to audition for the artist.”

“Oh?” Kate frowned. She thought she had already done that, but she didn't say so. “Yes, I can be there,” she said instead.

“Good,” Shepherd said. “I’ll tell Mr. Brown and Mr. Starr. Around 7:00 then?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” Kate replied. “I’ll be there.”

She hung up the phone. It took a moment for the conversation to sink in before she started laughing out loud. “Mr. Starr?” she asked herself. “You’ve got to be kidding.”


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