A.F. Henley

Doren was born with a powerful gift -- a gift he's managed to use to put him well on his way to becoming a star. But there is more to that gift than just musical talent, and as careful as Doren is to hide that fact, there are some who know of the power behind the sound, and all the ways they could abuse it.<br><br>August's goal in life is simple: make an impact in the music industry. An opportunity to work as the personal assistant to Doren seems to be exactly the kind of break he needs to accomplish that goal.<br><br>But all too often in life, simple becomes just another complication, especially when there are people whose goal is even simpler: destroy and dominate.

The Gift

Curtis swatted Doren’s feet off the bed and sat down beside him. “We haven’t seen you since the party. What brings the great and mighty God of Rock down to mix with the commoners at this time of night? You hiding from that chick you ran off with last time? Or some crazed fans?”


“Hmm,” Doren answered thoughtfully. “A little of both, I guess.”


August gave him a look of warning. “Listen, this is going to sound like a huge imposition, and I know it’s odd, but would you mind if we hung out here tonight?”


Curtis shrugged, glancing at each of the other band members. “I don’t care as long as the guys don’t. Space is tight but we’ll make do. After all, it’s not every day you get to hang out with one of rock’s finest.”


Geoff laughed into his beer and Doren held up both hands. “What?” Doren asked, either truly offended or faking it well. “It’s true, isn’t it?”


Chapter 62