Page 78 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

And clearly just as handsome as ever.

When he smiles, the ladies in the room gasp. Jordan included.

“Good evening, New York,” he says as he holds up his classic red electric guitar. Behind him, a drummer takes his place next to a bassist. “Let’s rock.”

When Christian strums his guitar, the room fills with an explosion of music; the catchy beat leading to a song no one’s ever heard before.

I look at Jordan. She watches him with wide eyes; her look softening the moment Christian starts singing.

“I'm the devil in your dreams, the sinner that you crave,

Gonna make you beg, baby, for every little taste,

Hold on tight, 'cause I'm about to lose control,

When I get my hands on you, I just wanna rock your world!”

Hell, even a piece of me tingles inside at the sound of his voice. Cobraville was a huge inspiration to us in our early days. Criminal Records wouldn’t be where we are now if Cobraville hadn’t paved the road first.

But all good things…

When the song ends, Christian scans his loving crowd. His eyes find Jordan beside me and he grins. He winks. He does what every rock god does to make the ladies swoon for him.

Jordan bows her head, her cheeks bright and pink.

I sit back, my fists curled tightly.

Without thinking, I glance across the bar, suddenly locking eyes with Logan Shock. Tesla and Goldie are leaning forward, their attentions fully on the show in progress. But Logan stays back, his face hardened in thought.

As he looks at me, he raises two fingers to his eyes, his nails painted jet black. Then, he points at Christian, a silent warning of… something.

Way ahead of you, Shock.

I keep a nervous eye on Jordan’s star-struck smile as another song begins.

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JORDAN

Christian Myers.

I haven’t thought about him in a long time.

Back when I did, it always came with butterflies.

We met Cobraville just before our first tour. We were all bright-eyed with excitement but green in experience. In my eagerness to learn from the best, I reached out to the great Chrissy Earhart through Midnite Music, hoping she could offer some newbie advice.

What began as an email launched a fast friendship that brought the bands together for a sold-out show in Los Angeles.

The opening act: Criminal Records.

The main event: Cobraville.

That’s how we met Christian.

That’s how my school girl crushexploded.

Of course, I fell hard for Christian Myers. I had posters of him on my bedroom walls. In my school locker. I’m sure there’s a notebook in a box withMrs. Christian Myersscribbled on it somewhere. He was hot. And charismatic. Fun and charming.

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