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

Dawson’s usually cool composure snapped. “I am going to fucking kill you, you little runt!”


“Yeah, okay,” Geoff laughed, flexing his fists open and closed. “Think tin can, my friend. Tin fucking can. You may look big, but I’ll crush you like a bug.”


“Enough!” Curtis yelled. His voice echoed through the quiet yard.


All three of them stopped still, eyes wide and expressions guilty. Curtis lowered his voice, but the anger was still there. “The three of you assholes are going to get us killed if you keep it up. We aren’t in the fucking hotel goofing off right now. This is serious shit. Let’s try and remember what we’re here to do: find August. And probably save his fucking life at the same time. I mean, if you’d rather stay here and screw around like goddamn children, just let me know. Because I fully intend to do my damndest to make sure—”


“Shit!” Cooper suddenly cut him off, staring in awe. “I got him, Curtis. I friggin’ got him.”


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