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

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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.

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Revised 9/4 I took some advice and rewrote a little of this. I hope it reads smoother. Thanks for reading! All of the comments are deeply appreciated.

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Submitted: February 02, 2021

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Rob Starre stood bathed in sweat and glared at his image in the dressing room mirror. The fine wrinkles around his eyes and mouth proved he was no longer eighteen. Barely visible strands of gray streaked through his cocoa brown hair. He ran his fingers through the thick mane. A long time ago, his hair had been a source of pride. Now it appeared to be aging, too.

At twenty-eight, Rob felt as if he'd lived a lifetime and he was suddenly very tired.

He wanted a drink. He needed a Valium.

Where the hell was D?

"I'm getting too old for this shit," he said to his reflection. The tight shirt restricted his breathing, the pants chaffed his balls. He couldn't wear these clothes onstage.

Rob's anger turned to fury and in one swift movement, he yanked the thin shirt off his back, shredding the material. Buttons flew in every direction. "Fuck this!" he gasped, hurling it to the floor.

He turned from the mirror, walked to the door, and peered out.

"D!" he shouted to the empty hallway. There was no sign of his friend and bodyguard. "Shit," he swore.

Dropping into the chair by the door, he pressed a cool hand to his forehead. His heart thudded against his ribs. He couldn't catch his breath. The pandemonium upstairs told him his time had run out. He needed D to help him calm down.

He snaked his fingers across the vanity countertop and found the phone. Grabbing it with shaking fingers, he dialed her number from memory.

Please be there!

She answered on the third ring, the exasperation clear in her voice. "What is it, Rob?"

"I'm dying!"

"You're not dying."

"I can't breathe!"

"You're having an anxiety attack. You need to relax. Did you take your meds?"

"Aw, Christ, I can't write a decent song when I'm taking that crap."

She lowered her voice, and he knew she was gearing up for the same old lecture. He was right. "Rob, you need to stay on the pills for them to work. You can't stop them when you feel better. The whole point of taking medication is to keep your outbursts under control."

He opened his mouth and hit her with the usual excuses. She'd heard them all before. "I can't keep the days straight when I'm on tour. They kill my memory. I was due on stage ten minutes ago! I'm not sure where I put the damn pills, and I don't have time to look."

"Where's D?"

"I don't know!"

"Christ. Listen to me. Concentrate on my voice."

"Okay, okay."

"No, not okay, okay. You're not listening. We've been through this before. Close your eyes, picture my face. Can you see me?"

He leaned his head back against the dresser and closed his eyes. "Yes."

"Now take a breath, as deep as you can. Blow it out slowly."

"I"m trying." He was still gasping.

"Keep your eyes on me and take one more breath, a little deeper this time."

"Okay."

"Take another breath. How are you feeling?

"A little better."

"Let the tension flow upward, up through your body, and out the top of your head. Your shoulders are loosening."

His breathing came easier now.

"Any better?"

"I think so. You should have gone to medical school."

"Yeah, sure," she said. "Keep that up for a few more minutes. You'll be fine."

"I'm already late."

She gave a short laugh. "The fans will wait. They've waited for you before. You're a star, remember?"

"I love you."

"I know you do, Rob."

He heard the catch in her voice. It had been this way ever since their divorce ten years ago.

"I love you, too, and I always will. Now go out there and kick some ass."


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