Cry For You (Fallen Star #2) Read Free

favourite pizza was meat lovers with pineapple. That’s the only pizza I ate. In fact, all my fantasies about Tex involved food, like that I’d one day run into him at his favourite pizza shop. Maybe because I had such a deep hunger for him.
    And now, I would be in a situation that included both food and Tex. It was fate. It was a sign from the universe that we were meant to be together.
    I had to take a few days off work for the taco van job but that was okay since I'd saved myself a heap of money by not having to pay the exorbitant price for tickets charged on eBay. The first day was sound check. We had to set up then stick around in case any of the bands were hungry. Setting up was a bit of a pain in the butt to be honest but after that, it was easy as. Most of the bands breezed in, did their check and then took off without sticking around. I had plenty of time to learn the taco truck business. I also got to sample the tacos.
    "Get back to work," Fred, the van owner, kept telling me but I had to keep my eyes peeled for Tex. If I was at the back of the van working over a hot grill, I might miss him. The band entrance was to the extreme left of me so I had to crane my head around to be able to see it.
    The other problem with the grill was that it melted the makeup off my face. I'd gotten up at the crack of dawn to get ready for this. It didn't matter what I wore since my clothes would be covered by the "taco or not taco..." logo apron I had to wear but I did my hair in enticing ringlets and made sure my face looked immaculate. That was not something I wanted to ruin over a grill.
    Even with my near constant vigilance, the band must've slipped in without my knowing. I heard the opening bars of their song float through the air and had to suppress a squeal. I'd done it. I was there, at the festival grounds, while they were sound checking. How many people got a chance like that?
    Every pore in my body throbbed to the sound of the music. I'd be buggered if I'd stay in this lousy taco van when the man I loved was playing my favourite song just metres away
    I stepped out of the van. Fred frowned at me.
    "I'm running to the toilet, okay? It's not like there are any customers."
    I didn't want him to regret hiring me so I waited for him to give me a nod before running off.
    I headed in the direction of the toilets but, once I was out of sight of the vans, tried to find my way up to the stage area. If I got the chance to see him on stage up that close, my life would not have been lived in vain. I thought I knew the way to the stage but that backstage area was a labyrinth. I could hear them and I seemed to be getting closer to the sound but there were all these big temporary fences between me and the stage. I thought I was going the right way but then I'd end up heading into a band area or a dead end. Bloody hell, how did anyone ever get onto the stage? Surely, if all these dumbass bands could do it, I could. I just had to settle down.
    Then FORSAKEN stopped playing.
    What the hell was happening? I tried to get closer. Surely they'd start playing again. They had to. I wanted to be close enough to see Tex's face while he played, to actually see the expression, the sweat that beaded on his forehead. Maybe I would even catch his eye. Not that I wanted to distract him. But some eye sex would make my life complete.
    I broke into a run. They'd only played half a song. They had to play more than that. Maybe they were just adjusting the sound mix or had a technical hitch. I saw a sign with an arrow pointing to the stage area and ran even faster. I had to get there before they started again.
    There was definitely something going on. I could hear raised voices. I got to the steps leading up to the stage and some fancy looking woman with blonde hair pushed past me.
    "Yo, bitch, watch what you're doing," I yelled.
    She could've really hurt me if I'd fallen down those steps. But she didn't pay any attention to me. She was on her phone.
    "He's