Karrie Nicols needs a release; lucky for her she’s on a ferry with two rock stars from her favourite band, The Skull Kings.
Karrie Nicols’ love life is in a slump, and needs release. Lucky for her, she’s hopped on a ferry with two rock stars from her favourite band, The Skull Kings.
When she finds herself tucked in a closet with Ram Nix, the lead singer, she begins to see that it isn’t just her love life that was in a slump. It was her whole attitude. But is an afternoon on the deck of a yacht with two demanding rock stars enough to send her life in a new direction?
Rock & Roll Fantasy, my book of the month, is one of my all time best-selling stories. The idea came to me after a conversation about when I met Henry Rollins, who at the time I met him was not famous and the lead singer for the band Black Flag. The conversation went something like this.
Two people talking about Henry Rollins' comedy show and how great it was and how funny he is.
Wanting to be sure I wasn't left out of the convo, because I was (am) a good decade or more older than the young folks having the convo, one asked: "Do you know what show we're talking about? Have you ever heard of Henry Rollins?"
Me: "I don't know the show, but, I, um, met Henry Rollins when his band played at the club where I always hung out. We had an after party in an alley."
We all laughed and that was pretty much the end of the convo.
It did get me thinking, though, about how sometimes everyday people make up stories about non-everyday people. And that's how I can up with the concept for this story. I had fun writing it because, as the title tells you, its a fantasy.
When she doesn't want you to know she is in fact the one who chewed open the coffee cream.
Rock & Roll Fantasy
Finally. The constant sway of the ferryboat had stopped making Karrie Nicols uneasy. For the first time since she'd boarded, she was able to climb to the top deck and take a couple of pictures of the gorgeous early morning sun. With the salty wind whipping across her cheeks, she snapped a few photos of the distant shoreline and then a couple of the churning waters. The sun didn’t look the same at home. At home is was bright and pretty. But here, it hung over the churning ocean, exotic and exciting. Karrie pivoted and took a couple more with the telephoto lens. The water appeared to be endless, stretching out in a series of white-foamed curls. After taking over a dozen pictures, she tapped through them and smirked—the amazing view didn’t look like much on the tiny screen. It was just a blur of green and blue. Nothing to post on Facebook. But that wasn’t a problem. This was a weekend to kick back and relax with her two best friends—not go crazy.
Karrie turned around, checking the other side of the ferry, hoping one of the tiny islands dotting the shore would be close enough for a picture. She’d noticed them when she boarded the ferry. Each patch of ground was a tangle of smooth trunked trees and brush, plants she didn’t know the names of but ones she’d seen in movies and pictures her whole life. There were no islands close enough to take pictures of, but a couple of guys were reaching the top of the observation deck ladder. The first one had a red baseball cap on backwards with shaggy blond curls sticking out beneath it. The one behind him had long black hair tied back, a row of silver hoop earrings, and a killer body that not even the baggy black T-shirt could hide. Both had tattoos colouring their arms and a rough and ready air circling their bodies.
Karrie’s gaze lingered on the one with the tied-back hair.
She knew him from somewhere, didn’t she?
Cocktail of the Month
This month's treat is a one step wonder with only 7 carbs.