Olivia Cunning - Wicked Beat

Rebekah adjusted the pillow beneath her older brothers head.

She smoothed the blanket over his lap. Plucked a stray hair from his hospital gown and flicked it onto the powder-blue carpet. Shifted his arm into a more natural position at his side. Licked her thumb and rubbed at a spot of mustard near the corner of his mouth.

Wincing, Dave turned his head, trying to escape her spit bath.

Will you knock it off, Reb?

Sorry, she said. Im just nervous. Are they really coming?

Of course theyre coming. Theyre back on tour next week and havent fired me yet. Dave scowled and clutched his blanket with one hand. He could almost grip it tightly now. Rebekah wavered between pride and despair when confronted by how far Dave had come since his accident and how far he had left to go in his recovery.

And they are never going to go for this plan, Reb. Never.

Ill just be filling in for you temporarily, Dave. Until you can go back on tour with them. Youre unquestionably the best front of house engineer on the planet, and youve come up with the perfect solution for their dilemma. Theyre not going to fire you.

They dont really have a choice, Reb. I cant continue as their FOH if I cant reach my soundboard. And even if I could reach it, theres no way I can adjust the sliders fast enough to keep up with the band during a live show.

But you will, Dave. You just need more time to recover. I can work your soundboard until youre ready to go back to work. Im happy to help you out. In reality, he was helping her as much as she was helping him. No metal band wanted to hire a female live sound engineer. Dave had warned her before she started school.

Told her shed be stuck mixing pop music at mall concerts. Shed been determined to show him otherwise, but so far, determination had gotten her a long way toward nowhere. If someone would just give her a chance, she could show them that a woman could be just as metal as a man.

I know how much you want to help, sis, but I dont think theyre going to agree to this. Youve got to start at the bottom and work your way up, not expect to land a job with one of the biggest bands in the industry straight out of school.

Heart sinking, she sighed. Tried not to pout too much. She knew he was right, but patience had never been Rebekahs greatest virtue.

Actually, patience didnt even know where she lived.

But I will do my best to make them see that this is a viable solution, he said. That youre good enough to take my place.

She smiled a make-big-brother-feel-like-a-superhero smile.

Really?

Just dont be too disappointed if they say no.

It would crush her. She worshipped Sinners and every note of every song that had ever been produced by their talented hands, fingers, mouths, feet, and any other body part they used to create music. In college, Rebekah had done her capstone project on Sinners.

It had been proclaimed brilliant and propelled her to the head of her graduating class. Dave smiled, his gaze moving from hers to her recently dyed hair. He cringed.

Has Mom seen your hair? he asked.

Rebekah grinned and smoothed her platinum blond, shoulderlength hair with one hand. Shed recently dyed the under-layer cobalt blue. Since shed regrown hair, she liked doing things that brought attention to it. Strange how being entirely bald at twenty-four would do that to a girl. Besides, Rebekah had always loved putting her mother into apoplectic fits, even if it meant being subjected to regular exorcisms. Do you think shell like it?

Um, no.

Good. She giggled. So are all the band members coming to visit you? Her heart thudded with excitement.

Dave grinned at her. Will Trey be with them, you mean?

Busted. She sorta had a panting-lust-thing for Sinners rhythm guitarist, Trey Mills, and Dave knew it. Probably because every time she talked to Dave, texted, or emailed him, she always asked how Trey was doing. Dave would always tell her who Trey was doing instead. It had not managed to decrease her interest even a little.

On the contrary, Treys long list of conquests had made him more intriguing. Rebekah was sure he could teach her a thing or two in the bedroom, and she was sorely in need of some attention in that department.

Im not sure if Brians back in town yet, Dave said. Hes probably still in Kansas City with his wife, but Im pretty sure the rest of them will stop in. Including Trey-Cant-Keep-It-In-His-Pants Mills.

Youd do best to stay away from him, Reb.

Uh, no, that would not be best by any stretch of the imagination. The man was made to be devoured whole. Who cared about the following indigestion? Not her.

A set of knuckles rapped against the door.

Was that them? Rebekahs heart skipped a beat.

Come in, Dave called.

The door swung open and the man of Rebekahs wet dreams poked his head into the room. Jet-black hair obscuring one sultry green eye, sexiness oozing from every pore, Trey Mills scanned Rebekah from head to toe. Her entire body flushed with heat. Trey offered Dave a crooked grin. Her temperature rose another few degrees.

Sorry to interrupt the festivities, dude. Trey lifted both dark brows, one pierced with a tiny silver hoop. Well come back later.

He closed the door.

Oh my God, he was getting away!

Rebekah raced across the room and jerked the door open.

Wait, dont go. There are no festivities. Im Daves younger sister, Rebekah.

Eric dropped his hand from Jaces forehead and gaped.

At her.

For like five minutes.

He forgot why hed had Jace in a stranglehold. Something about an engagement ring and Jaces dominatrix girlfriend, Aggie. Forgot that he couldnt wait to pick up a new custom-made cymbal for his drum kit after they visited whats-his-nameDave!whod just been brought home from the hospital. Forgot that walking required a sequence of left foot, rightnot left foot, left, left, stumble, right foot. Forgot that in order to inhale, his chest had to expand.

Eric choked on his own tongue.

It was her. Standing right there. About shoulder high. Petite.

Feminine. Blond-and-blue-haired. Both beautiful and adorable in her mismatched tube socks, a purple tank top, and a green miniskirt.

It really was her. The woman of Erics wet dreams.

And she was gushing all over Trey.

Son of a bitch.

Wait, Eric thought. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions.

Perhaps the signs were all wrong. Hed never actually seen her before, so he had to be sure. Eric lifted the long lock of hair that he dyed a different vibrant color every forty-nine days without fail and stared at it. His memory had served him correctly. It was currently cobalt bluethe exact same shade as the under-layer of her hair. What were the chances? It had to be kismet. Destiny. Fate. Providence. All of the above

Shed said her name was Rebekah. That was Erics favorite name.

At least, now it was.

Rebekah tore her eyes off Trey long enough to notice Eric examining his own hair like an idiot. Nice color, she said with a devilish grin.

Eric gaped.

At her.

For like five minutes.

Conversation continued all around him, but he couldnt stop staring. His eyes grew dry and itchy because he refused to blink.

Something slapped him alongside the head. Eric started and turned his head to find Sed, Sinners lead vocalist, looking at him as if waiting for something. Well?

Well, what?

Do you think we should give her a chance? Sed asked.

Apparently, Eric had missed something while hed been gaping, stumbling, asphyxiating, gaping some more, and not blinkingin that order.

Jace pounded Eric on the back. You okay in there, Sticks? he asked. Did you have some bad cheese?