Page 12 of Sing for Me
She shrugsmaybe."We had our differences of opinion, but we both... we both wanted the best for you."
I nod. "Where is this party?"
"Hollywood."
"The nice part or the shady part?"
"In the Hills."
The Hills are expensive. Is Kara's friendthatsuccessful? She never acts like it. "It's his party?"
She shakes her head. "His friend." She takes a long sip of her drink. "There will be lots of hot guys there. Musicians, actors, models..."
Damn, I never want to think about a musician again.
Rosie would have killed me for turning down this kind of invitation.
"It's up to you," Kara says.
"I'll go." And I'll find a new object for my lust.
I'm not saying I'll go home with someone.
But I am going to erase Miles from my mind.
Period.
End of story.
CHAPTER FOUR
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Miles
The music journalist has a straight face.
If anything, he's overly earnest.
He holds his pen to his notebook as if he's about to record every word that flows from my lips.
As if we're not on camera at the moment.
As if he works for theNew York Timesand not for some MTV knockoff video blog.
Fuck, I don't care where the man works.
But I can't take another bullshit question.
I barely manage a smile. "Lyricscometo me."
He tilts his head to one side, not at all catching the double meaning.
It's not my finest work, but I've had an ass full of this bullshit.
The guy clears his throat. "There are no love songs on the album. How do you think your fans feel about that?"
"Love isn't my thing."
