Star-Struck, Book 1 Read Free

a restaurant/bar called Speakeasy, where different bands would perform. One night after singing at the bar’s karaoke night, Sunny’s all-time favorite thing to do, Trent a cute guy at the bar asked her if she would want to sing with him in a little duo that goes to different bars to perform. She thought it sounded awesome, so now they practiced about twice a week and performed one, sometimes two nights. Sunny came up with the name Folk You for their little duo. They did covers, he sang and played guitar and Sunny just sang (she had given up on instruments long ago when she realized she wasn’t an instant musical genius). They played everything. A little something for everyone, and because of that they had gained a little fan base in the couple of months they’d been playing together. In the process Sunny had developed a serious crush on Trent. And he seemed completely oblivious. Story of my life.
    Alyssa came running out of the bar. “Our song will be playing next. Get ready bitches!”
    Everyone knew what was coming, so they all got a little quieter and moved out of their way. Renee, Alyssa and Sunny moved some of their stuff out of the way to make room for banging on the table without damaging anything or spilling drinks. They heard the first strains of A Little Help from my Friends , the song that was the intro to the show The Wonder Years , and their group went completely silent, ready for the hilarity.
    First up was Sunny. Each girl got their own part. There was a ton of banging on the table and off-key notes. Alyssa screaming at the top of her lungs was always the best part.
    The whole bar busted out laughing and cheering at the girl’s antics. Sunny could barely sing anymore, because she was laughing so hard. They finished out the song with a boisterous ending, friends and strangers giving them wild applause. What they lacked in harmony they made up for in enthusiasm.
    After the ridiculousness died down the three of them went back into the bar to get another round of drinks.
    Renee kept looking back through a section of the glass patio doors in the more secluded part of the patio. “Hey Sunny, I think this super-hot guy keeps eying you up.”
    “Huh, me?” Sunny looked back towards where Renee’s eyes were focused. She literally felt eyes on her and come to think of it Sunny had felt like she was being watched since they had entered the patio, but had shrugged it off as nothing. Thinking it was probably just her friends looking at her.
    She could barely make out his face. She could see he had beautiful tanned olive skin with a square jaw that was sporting a nice helping of what she liked to call “man scruff”. More than a five-o’clock shadow, but still not a full-on beard (the now popular look that truth be told George Michael started in the early 90’s). She could see some jet black wavy hair, but most of his face and hair was covered by the adorable gray wool newsboy hat he wore low on his head. Though most of his face was in shadows he looked vaguely familiar. But it wasn’t often she saw anyone that looked quite like that, so she doubted she knew him.
    “I can barely see his face. But from what I can see, there is no freakin’ way that he is the slightest bit interested in me! Guys like that don’t even know girls like me exist.” The blue and white flannel shirt he was wearing did little to hide the massive shoulders and muscle bound arms he had going on. No freakin’ way!
    “I’m telling you, I noticed him when I first got here. And since the moment you guys walked in here his eyes have been on you.”
      Sunny looked at Renee like she was smoking crack and said as much. “Renee, you’re smokin’ crack. And how can you even tell who he’s looking at with his hat pulled down so low.” Sunny couldn’t help but to sneak another peek. Right when her eyes met the shadowed area where his should be, he lifted his hand to the brim of his hat and nodded at her in acknowledgement. Holy shit