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“Can you be at that address tomorrow at one?”
    Elliot looked at the card. The address was right in downtown Los Angeles. The card said Blue Horizon Records. Wait… Blue Horizon Records? Was this Sasha guy an actual freaking honest-to-goodness talent scout? At a local talent search? That kind of thing didn’t really happen, no matter what Sara said. It was a myth, right? It was. Except… well, it seemed like this one time it wasn’t.
    “He’ll be there,” Sara answered. She grinned at Elliot cheekily.
    “Yeah. Yes . I’ll be there. Of course. One. Can I ask what this is about?”
    Sasha smiled. “There are a few other boys I’d like you to meet.”

Chapter 2

     
    “D O YOU know what this is about?” Tate asked when he got to the studio. Danny was already waiting there with Reece and Webb. Nearly three weeks had passed since that first day. Three long, awful weeks of looking at his phone every five minutes just in case he missed the call that could change his life. Danny had been starting to worry they weren’t going to hear back from Sasha at all. He’d gotten together with Webb, Reece, and Tate a couple of times to rehearse in the hopes that Sasha would find what he was looking for, that they’d really exist. They were all starting to get nervous though.
    Then last night, finally , the phone had rung and a female voice was on the other end of the line asking if he could meet at Blue Horizon in the morning. He’d said yes about six times, frantic, happy, scared as hell. He hoped it was good news. That was about the only kind of news Danny was mentally ready to take. After all those days and days of waiting, he felt like he was about to fracture into a million little pieces.
    “I wonder if he found another guy?” Webb asked. “I hope so.” He hopes so? Hope? Webb’s voice was laid-back and low, as smooth as his skin. Danny wondered how he could be so calm about what might amount to their entire future. Danny’s whole body was vibrating with nerves. Reece looked calm too, slightly naked without his guitar strapped to his back, but calm. Danny shared a commiserating look with Tate, the only other one who seemed to be as on edge as he was.
    “Gentlemen, I’m glad you could come!” Sasha strode down the hall, the picture of efficiency and power. Danny wondered if he’d ever not be intimidated by him. “I have someone to introduce you to. He should be here soon. Why don’t we go to Studio Six?” He turned to the receptionist. “When Mister Price gets here will you bring him down to six, Jessica?”
    “Yes, Mister Pulaski. No problem.”
    “Come this way.” He started down the hallway, long legs taking feet of carpet at a time. Danny, Webb, and Tate had to scramble to keep up. “So I’d listened to a few boys, and I’ll be honest. I hadn’t seen anything I liked and was about to scrap the whole thing.” Danny’s heart flopped painfully at that. “But then last night I was way out in Lord knows where with my sister listening to some god-awful local talent search, and I found him.”
    “Him?” Tate asked.
    “Your fifth. He’s perfect. Looks like a damn angel, but his voice is sex personified. The girls will be crawling for him.”
    He pulled open the door to one of the recording studios and ushered the four boys in.
    “So this kid, he’s going to be the star?” Webb asked. Danny was thinking the same thing if the look on Sasha’s face was any indication. He looked like he’d found the Second Coming. Danny wasn’t super happy about that, even though he’d rather sing backup to this angel of sex than not sing at all.
    “No, he’s going to be what rounds you guys out. I’m not going to lie. He’s… got a lot of talent. His voice is gorgeous. He’s gorgeous. You’ll see when—” There was a knock at the studio door. “Well, now I suppose. Come in!” he called.
    Jessica opened the door and ushered in who Danny assumed had to be “Mister Price.” And he saw it. Right away.