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    Dirty Rock Star
    Dirty Rock Star
    Dirty Rock Star
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    Dirty Rock Star

    By Sky Corgan

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    Never mix business and pleasure. That's what a smart business owner would do. Apparently, I'm not that bright.

    Desperate to get my failing web design firm off the ground, I sent a proposal to Gabriel, a rising rock star in the indie scene. He flat out told me that my design sucked. Luckily, he's willing to give me a second chance.

    But he's requiring me to do some unconventional things to get a better grasp of what he and his band are about. Go to a rock festival. Spend more time with him. I'll do anything to land this job.

    Everyone knows that rock stars don't do relationships, so I don't put much thought into what happens between us. But as Gabriel's fame grows, so does his interest in me. Can a lowly web designer and a rising star really be happy together, or will the media rip us apart?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSky Corgan
    Release dateJul 5, 2018
    ISBN9781386122678
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      Dirty Rock Star - Sky Corgan

      Dirty Rock Star

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      SKY CORGAN

      Text copyright 2018 by Sky Corgan

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Epilogue

      CHAPTER ONE

      GABRIEL

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      I threw my notebook against the wall in frustration as Kia, my manager, walked in. I turned to glare at her; she knew not to interrupt me during my writing. Especially right now. Nothing was working how it should be, and I was on a deadline.

      Gabriel. I told you I was bringing the web designer for the band. Her tone was laced with irritation.

      Right. She had decided that we were finally big enough to warrant an online presence. She gazed at me impatiently, and I sighed, moving all my notebooks filled with bad ideas off her chair. I was in the midst of writer’s block; it was far from the best time to ask me for anything. Let alone this.

      My band, The Flaming Arrow, was rising on the indie scene. We had locked in an opening for a big name rock band. I guess she was trying to get us ahead, help use this as a launchpad beyond playing bars and clubs.

      I still don’t get why we need an internet presence. Word of mouth has done wonders for the band, I complained, moving items off the coffee table.

      Your name is getting bigger. I can’t handle booking gigs, marketing, and your online presence. All I’ve managed is a weak twitter account and a few Facebook posts. This could rocket you to internet fame, expand you beyond the city. So, shut up and get ready. You are getting one, no complaints.

      I sighed. If she could make it work in the band’s budget, even I had no right to complain. The rest of the band was already on board with the idea anyway. I just felt like it was capitulating to the system. Part of what we stood against.

      He’ll be here any minute. She looked me over disapprovingly.

      Great, even on my day off, she wanted me to dress up like a rock star. Not happening. However, I could trade the sweat pants and hoodie for a t-shirt and jeans. That was my only concession. Moving to my room, I heard the doorbell, and she answered it, sounding more pleasant to him than she did towards me. He must be important.

      I walked out, hair pulled back in a ponytail, and looking more presentable.

      Hello, Gabriel. A pleasure. He smiled professionally. I can see a mask like that a mile away. I gazed at him, thousand-dollar suit, expensive watch, gelled back hair, and a briefcase. He couldn’t be more bland and expensive. I shook his hand, accepting his business card.

      I took one look, smiled back at him, and grabbed his arm before he sat down.

      Excuse me? He looked confused.

      I can tell you are a well-established name in the business, right, Mr. Hatfield?

      Yes, I’ve done quite well for my other clients. They too made waves in the rock industry.

      So, you would say you are a staple for rock bands on many of the major labels?

      He nodded, clearly pleased with himself.

      Kia smacked her forehead, sighing.

      Then, I’ll have to ask you to leave. I appreciate your time, but we are going a different direction.

      I haven’t even given my pitch yet, Gabriel. I’m sure once you hear what I have to...

      I cut him off. No, thank you, I appreciate your time. I gently pushed him towards the door.

      Closing it in his surprised face, I turned back to Kia. A suit? You hired a suit? I am indie for a reason. That name means something, Kia. It means we don’t follow that traditional route, we don’t use traditional labels, and we sure as hell don’t hire big wigs like that square suit!

      Calm down.

      Calm down? You found the most streamlined name in marketing possible!

      What would you have me do? Hire a no-good hack with no experience?

      We were no bit hacks with no experience, I growled, irritated.

      Well, not anymore. Your name is out there, and you need help getting the attention and recognition.

      What will our fans think if we start going mainstream?

      Who cares? You’ll have more fans, more people listening to your music. That is what you care about.

      No, I care about impacting people. We stand for something, Kia.

      Then do you want to find a fucking web designer? She lost her manager professionalism and became my closest friend again. She spent far too much time acting like a manager. I smirked.

      I will. I’m in a funk anyway. I’ll find someone befitting an indie band. I spoke with confidence. After all, how hard could it be?

      She threw her hands in the air in frustration. I can’t deal with your prima donna shit right now. I spent over a thousand dollars just getting him here. If you want to find some nobody to screw up all of your shit, you do that. She grabbed the folders she had prepared and stormed out, slamming the door.

      Picking up my laptop, I frowned. I would show her that we don’t need to compromise our morals to become well known. I would find a new startup, indie helping indie. She would see. Besides, it was a welcome distraction from the pathetic excuse for songs twirling around in my brain.

      A few hours into the search and I realized I was wrong; it was not an easy task. There were hundreds of web design websites out there. They all looked... pretty pathetic, to be honest. Sighing, I continued working through them, looking for someone who stood out.

      CHAPTER TWO

      ABBY

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      They all said I was crazy for leaving such a well-known company and creating my own. I was a nobody branching into businesses I was unfamiliar with. Unlike them, I wanted creative freedom. Not to constantly be locked into the cookie cutter mold they had for most clients.

      What a joke. Six months in and I was ready to go under from lack of clientele. I didn’t want to go begging for my old job back. I still had some pride.

      But if I landed the client that just reached out to me yesterday, I could be on my way to getting my name out there. He was some bigwig in a band called The Flaming Arrow. His name was Gabriel McMasters. It was not my scene, rock

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