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The following is a work of fiction. Characters, names, situations, events, and locations described in this novel are purely the invention of the author's mind, or are used fictitiously. Any sort of resemblance to people - living or dead, names and locations is purely coincidental. This story is copyrighted and cannot be taken or displayed without the permission of the author.
by Leanne Sutcliffe Jon looked around the room impatiently..hell, it was supposed to be their time..time to be together, to be able to head upstairs and shut out the rest of the world, but no...here they were, putting business before pleasure...stuck hosting a record company party when all he really wanted was for them to be alone, together. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for one face in particular, a face he knew as well as he knew his own.....Ahhh...there! There in the corner, trapped by two record company execs. Their eyes met and a "SAVE ME!!!" look flashed his way. He grinned and nodded, amazed as always by the way they could communicate without words. He started on over when he was accosted by a record company executive of his own. He looked across apologetically and almost burst into laughter when he saw shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth at his own 'capture'! God they had such fun! All these years together, and still so much fun! There had been others, he admitted, and sometimes it had been good, really good. But no matter how good it may have been it was never as good as the two of them together! A curly blonde head entered his field of vision and Dave Bryan broke into the conversation. "Sorry, gentlemen." the pianist grinned. "But I need to talk to the boss for a minute." He grabbed Jon's arm and steered him to the doorway. "I've been sent to rescue you," he laughed. "And to pass on a message...'Get your butt upstairs...now!!!'.' "You mean...?" "Yep...already up there, and waiting impatiently!" Dave told him. Jon grinned and raced up the stairs to his room. He entered, smiling in anticipation.... "About time you got here!" Richie grinned, handing him a guitar. "All ready to make magic?" The end |