Broken Melody (Rock With You #2) Rock Star Romance Read Free

to Melody this must be an
acoustic performance.
    Her
heart was racing as she made her way to the front of the seating area. There
were small tables scattered around the room, and she sat with a group of people
who happily shifted their chairs to include her at their table.
    When
the house lights went down and the stage lights came up, Melody held her
breath. The drummer came out, settling himself behind his kit. The other two men
picked up their guitars, strumming a few chords, talking quietly. There was a
moment of silence that stretched on for a long time, with just the three of
them on stage, and Melody wondered if Logan was actually going to perform with
the group. The thought suddenly struck her that the band may have split up over
the suit, that Logan might not even be here at all. As the crowd around her started
to murmur, a wave of anxiety washed over her.
    Then
Logan walked on stage and Melody’s heart almost stopped, her breath catching in
her throat. Even in this small space, he exuded charm and charisma, totally
captivating the crowd without saying a word, with just with a smile.
    But
the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was something missing tonight, a vital
spark she’d come to know…and love. He looked the same; tall, handsome, sexy. A
rock star in every sense of the word. But it wasn’t Logan, the Logan she’d come
to know. He was playing a part, but not feeling it. Her heart ached for him,
for the missing joy she wanted to see in his face.
    He’d
pulled a tall stool into the center of the stage and he perched on it, looking
over the crowd for a moment. His eyes skimmed over the table where she sat, but
there was no change in his expression. Either he didn’t see her, or – her
heart sank at the thought – he had seen her.  Slowly raising
the microphone, he spoke.
    “I’d
like to thank you all for coming out tonight. We’re here because this is where
we started and we need to remember that. This is our home. Things may happen,
loves may come and then be lost, but home is where they’ll always welcome ye
back. And so, we’re here.”
    The
crowd erupted in applause and loud cheers, but Melody sat, numb and silent. His
words pierced her, made her want more than anything to bolt from her chair and
climb on stage. But she sat, still and quiet as the crowd finally settled down
around her.
    Logan
stood, setting the stool aside and started to sing, and she quickly became lost
in the soothing sound of his voice. She’d only heard a few songs on the radio,
with professional arrangements and all that came with a studio recording.
    But
here it was just him and his band, four guys making music. Logan’s voice was so
pure, the melodies simple and direct, every note exactly what was needed and
nothing more. It was the essence of each song and Melody found herself
entranced.
    Finally
Logan pulled the stool back to center stage, settling himself on it. The
drummer and bass guitar player quietly left the stage, leaving only the other
man, who picked up a battered acoustic guitar and stool, sitting down behind Logan.
    Melody
watched, mesmerized, as the stage lights dimmed, leaving Logan in a soft circle
of light. He cleared his throat, taking a drink from a bottle of water, looking
out over the crowd for a moment.
    “I
want to thank all of you for supporting us. It means a great deal. The last
song we’re going to perform is one I wrote a long time ago, in the wee hours of
the morning, back when we were playing in pubs for pints. Some of ye may know
it. I’ve memorized the words now, so I’m not needing to read them from a paper
stuck to the stage floor.”
    There
was a ripple of laughter in the crowd and Melody saw many people nodding their
heads.
    “For
all of you who’ve been with us from the start, this is for you.”
    The
song was in Gaelic and Melody didn’t understand any of the words. The crowd
joined in, softly at first, then louder, and at the end Logan stood, holding
out the microphone