“Well, no, I guess not.”
I nodded, “In any fifty-fifty partnership, each person gets half, right?”
“But you’re talking about more money than I’ve ever imagined,” she said nervously.
“So what? Don’t undervalue yourself, agápi mou.”
“It’s just so much money,” she sighed.
“Half of it is still yours,” I said. “But if you really don’t want it…” I didn’t know what else to say. Maybe she’d change her mind later.
Romeo appeared out of nowhere and said, “I’ll go halvsies with you on your painting of me, C-Man.”
“See?” I said, “Romeo knows his worth.” I gave him a fist bump.
Kamiko stood beside Romeo. She said, “I still can’t believe someone bought that Wonky Kong portrait of Romeo.”
“What?” Romeo scowled, “It’s awesome. And I think whoever bought it got it for a steal at $150,000. I told you someone would pay to have a painting of me.”
Kamiko rolled her eyes. “Wait til they get the portrait into their house and have to stare at you 24/7.”
“You’re just jealous Christos didn’t paint you,” Romeo sneered.
She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.
I said to Kamiko, “I’ll paint you for my next show. We’ll dress you up as one of the Adventure Time characters.”
Her eyes lit up, “Wow, Christos, you’d paint me?”
“Sure,” I smiled. “I’d rather paint a friend over some random model.”
Kamiko clapped her hands together, “I totally want to be painted as Fionna from Adventure Time! I’ll make the costume myself! When can we start!”
“We’ll do it over the summer.”
Kamiko gasped. “That would be so totally awesome, Christos!” Her and Romeo wandered back into the crowd while me and Samantha shared a chuckle.
A few minutes later, Russell walked up to us from out of the crowd. “Congratulations, young man,” he said. “It appears you’re doing rather well tonight.”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Samantha, you remember Russell Merriweather?”
“Totally,” she grinned, shaking his hand. “Nice to see you again.”
“Nice to see you too, young lady. Have you been keeping this character out of trouble?” He nodded at me.
“Definitely,” she smiled.
“You know,” Russell said, “I bought one of your grandfather’s landscapes.”
“You did?” I asked. “Which one?”
“The one of the valley behind your father’s house at sunrise. I’m always telling Nikolos how much I love the view when I go out there. Since your grandfather decided to paint a picture of it, I thought that would be the next best thing to visiting. I’m hanging it in my downtown office so I can always see it.”
I knew that Brandon had priced that painting at $75,000. “Wow, Russell, that was really generous of you,” I said appreciatively.
“Fiddlesticks.” Russell smiled.
“Fiddlesticks?” I laughed. “Who the fuck says fiddlesticks?”
Samantha giggled at what I’d said.
“I do,” Russell said in his most serious courtroom voice ever, “And if you want to keep your teeth, you won’t make any further issue of it. Are we clear?” He arched an eyebrow, but it only took a second for his face to relax into a big smile.
I shook my head and smiled at him.
“Besides,” Russell said, “Your family has spent plenty of money on me over the years, it was the least I could do.”
“Thanks, man,” I smiled.
"Well, I’ve got to go. Good night, Samantha. Both of you please give my regards to Spiridon and Nikolos,” Russell said before fading into the crowd.
“Russell is so cool,” Samantha said.
“Yup.”
Brandon burst through the crowd a minute later. “It sold! Your portrait of Samantha sold!”
Samantha’s eyes goggled.
So did mine.
“How much?” we both asked.
“One point nine million!” Brandon was beside himself. I’d never seen him lose his cool like this. I wasn’t surprised. A sizable chunk of the money we’d pulled in tonight was his.
Samantha threw her arms around me and planted a huge kiss on my cheek before saying, “Congratulations, Christos!”
A second later, my dad and grandad were pushing through the crowd.
“Congratulations, paidí mou!” my grandad said, leaning over to hug me. “We heard the news.”
“Thanks, Pappoús,” I said.
My dad threw his arms around both of us, “You did it, paidí mou!”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Bampás,” I said, looking into my father’s eyes. They were brimming with tears. Just like mine.
Brandon grinned while slapping my shoulder vigorously, “A number of the major art magazines have already called. They’re asking to interview you, Christos. You’re going to be the talk of the international art world by tomorrow morning. I told you before, if you ever painted a portrait of Samantha, it would be your Mona Lisa. Now you have it.”
“Mona Lisa?” I chuckled. “You know the Mona Lisa looks like a dude in drag. At least you could’ve said Evening Mood by Bouguereau. The girl in that painting is actually a woman, and she’s beautiful.”
“But that painting isn’t nearly as famous,” Brandon smiled. “Regardless, this portrait of Samantha is going to make your name, Christos. I know it.” Brandon marveled as he gazed at the painting on the wall.
He was entranced by it. I think knowing it sold for so much cash made it that much better in his eyes. I couldn’t blame him. Brandon tore himself away from the painting and said, “Will you be sad to say goodbye to it when the buyer takes possession of it, Christos?”
“Nope.” I smiled down at Samantha, “I get to keep the real thing.”
“I will,” Samantha said. “I love looking at it.” She glanced back at the painting.
“No need to worry, Samantha,” Brandon said.
I frowned, “Why’s that?”
Brandon grinned, “You guys will never guess who the buyer was.”
“Who?” I asked. It couldn’t be Wentworth.
“L.A. M.O.M.A.,” Brandon grinned.
My jaw dropped, “No fucking way.”
“What’s that?” Samantha asked.
“The Los Angeles Museum of Modern Art,” Brandon grinned. “To hang in their permanent collection.” No wonder he was so stoked about selling my painting. This was a huge feather in Charboneau Gallery’s cap.
I said to Samantha, “You know what this means, agápi mou?”
She shook her head.
I grinned, “The whole world is going to see my painting of you.”
Her eyes goggled and she started laughing. “I knew it!”
“What?” I was confused.
“Everyone’s going to see me naked!”
I laughed and so did Brandon.
“No,” I grinned, “everyone’s going to be inspired by your bravery.”
Samantha rolled her eyes, but I leaned down and kissed her passionately anyway. The crowd around us, which was still a bustling mass of men and women in fancy black tie evening wear, started to applaud and hoot.
Me and Samantha continued kissing under the spotlight for a long time in front of everybody.
It was a perfect evening, all the way around.
The only thing still bugging me was whether or not I’d made enough money after giving Brandon his cut to pay back Hunter Blakeley. If I lost his civil suit against me in court I was going to owe him enough cash to fill a bank vault. I noticed Russell hadn’t mentioned the trial when he’d said goodbye tonight. He probably didn’t want to spoil my evening.
Man, why did I have to hit fucking Hunter in the first place? It’s not like I didn’t already know I could kick his ass ten times over.
Oh well.
I’d worry about it tomorrow.
Now it was time to gath
er everyone up and go celebrate someplace else. There was no way I was letting Hunter Blakeley ruin my perfect evening.
No fucking way.
Besides, what where the chances of running into him tonight?
Chapter 28
SAMANTHA
The band on stage at the Belly Up Tavern rocked the house. The place was packed. After the crowd at Charboneau Gallery had finally thinned, we all drove here to unwind and celebrate.
Christos and Jake knew the bouncers outside, so they let me, Madison, Romeo, and Kamiko all sneak inside to see the band. But they made us promise not to order any drinks. Christos and Jake told the bouncers they’d keep an eye on us.
The Belly Up was a combination bar and music venue. It had a really big stage at one end, and two bars at the other. A huge great white shark statue hung over one of the bars on cables and surfboards lined the walls.
“I’ve never been in a bar before,” I hissed to Madison.
“What?” she shouted.
The band was so loud, I don’t know why I was whispering. I leaned over to her ear and said loudly, “I’ve never been in a bar before!”
“Me neither!” she hollered. “Isn’t it awesome?!”
I nodded.
We danced casually, swaying to the music.
Romeo randomly started twerking, his butt thrusting behind him as his arms extended in front of him, stirring the butter churn. It didn’t make any sense because the band played rock, not hip hop. I started giggling instantly.
“What are you doing, Romeo?” Kamiko laughed.
“Trying to lasso me a man!” He grinned and looked around, but the only people watching him looked horrified. Romeo didn’t care. He twerked away like crazy.
I glanced back at the stage and noticed the drummer and the bass player looked familiar. I turned to Madison and shouted, “Hey, aren’t those two guys Jake’s friends?!”
“Yeah!” Madison shouted, “That’s Lucas Summer on bass and his brother Logan on the drums!”
“They helped Christos and Jake move my stuff into the house!” I shouted.
Madison nodded.
The band was really good. The song they were playing started to speed up. The whole house was rocking in time to the music.
Logan was going crazy on the drums. He looked like a wild animal. A total contrast to how shy he’d been the day I’d met him. What was that old saying? Still waters ran deep? Or was it hot shy guys made great rock drummers?
Me and Madison really got into the music, banging our heads like idiots until our hair twirled around. We were both laughing and dizzy and had to stop.
I almost tripped over my platform sandals, but Christos caught me in his arms and stood me up.
He hollered, “Me and Jake are going to get some drinks! Do you guys want anything?”
“We told those bouncers we wouldn’t drink!” I hollered uncertainly. I mean, I’d be happy to have a drink or two. I didn’t plan on getting drunk. But I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble.
“You’re such a good girl!” Christos quipped.
“I can be bad!” I grinned.
“Now?! Or do I have to wait until later?!”
“Uh…” I didn’t know how to respond to that. I hadn’t been thinking of getting down and dirty on the dance floor. “Maybe you can have Romeo twerk for you?!”
Christos took one look at Romeo, who was in a jerky twerking trance, and blurted laughter. “No!” Christos shouted. He kissed my cheek and said, “You can show me how bad you are later!” He squeezed my butt and I jumped. “Me and Jake will get you guys some waters! And you can share my drink, if you want!”
“Okay!” I smiled as the two of them squeezed through the crowd toward the bar.
The next song the band played was a slow, heart wrenching ballad. The lights on stage faded to a mellow blue to match the mood of the music. Lucas sang on the mic at the front of the stage while playing his bass guitar. He had a smooth, sexy voice. I’d already thought he was cute with his surfer good looks and blue eyes, but hearing him sing, I had no doubt drooling packs of women chased him everywhere he went.
Based on what I could make out of the lyrics, I think the song was about a guy whose girlfriend had died or had left him. I wasn’t sure which.
Lucas and Logan sang the heartfelt chorus together, in perfect harmony:
“When I awoke
You did fall asleep
Now your eyes are closed, and
I can only weep.”
“Why did you go, girl
I just found myself
Now I’m all alone, and
I really need your love.”
The brother’s voices blended fluidly, expressing a sorrowful sense of loss perfectly. They were both total heart throbs.
After Lucas and Logan sang the chorus a second time, the spotlight shifted away from them toward the other side of the stage. It stopped on the guitar player, who I finally noticed was a young woman with long flowing hair. If I had to guess, she was about my age, maybe a little older.
She had been hiding toward the side of the stage for most of the show, not really calling much attention to herself. She was acting so shy, she almost seemed fragile. But when it was time for her guitar solo, she stood at the front of the stage, inches from the crowd.
The spotlight glimmered blue diamonds off her guitar. I saw arms from the crowd reaching up to touch her like she was a pagan shaman performing a magical ritual. Maybe she was. I thought she might be distracted by the reaching hands, but she was in her own world, totally focused. She played her heart out.
The sound of her electric guitar poured out of the speakers like a human wail, the gut wrenching sound of tears and heartbreak and it swept me away. This mystery girl seemed like she was so full of sadness that she couldn’t contain it any longer, and the only way she could release it was through playing her guitar.
I was in total awe of her ability to grab my emotions and connect mine to hers with such immediacy.
As her guitar solo built to a crescendo, she threw her head back, her long hair dangling behind her, her eyes closed, her face overwhelmed with pure emotion. She wasn’t fragile at all. She had to be strong and courageous to channel all the emotion inside her and project it through her guitar with such honesty and vulnerability.
I felt chills coursing through my body and my eyes were suddenly hot and brimming with tears.
This young woman was amazing.
After she finished her guitar solo, Lucas and Logan sang the chorus again, but with new words.
“Now it’s time to heal
Time for me to live,
But it’s hard for me to say…”
Then Lucas sang a line by himself,
“It’s time to let you go…”
followed by Logan singing,
“I’ll never let you go…”
Together, they sang,
“Again. No, not again.”
Based on the lyrics, I wondered if Lucas had lost a girlfriend and Logan was trying to hold onto the one he had? It was all so mysterious.
The only thing I knew for sure was that I was crying and laughing when the song ended. I couldn’t get over how much the band had moved me with their music.
Everyone in the bar cheered and clapped.
A second later, the band ripped into a new song, totally upbeat, and everyone was dancing to the steady, rocking groove. The girl on guitar did another guitar solo toward the end of the song, playing a million miles an hour. People cheered the whole time she played.
This time, instead of looking like she was going to explode with sadness, she had a look of primal rage on her face. At the end of her solo, she hit this one long note that sounded like a scream. She held her free hand up in the air while the note vibrated endlessly.
I couldn’t help myself. I cheered as loud as I could, “Yeah!!”
It was incredibly exciting.
When the song came to a close, the band made a ton of noise, strumming their
guitars and hammering the drums at the same time. The stage lights flashed through every color of the rainbow. Then, on cue, the girl and Lucas both jumped in the air. They strummed their instruments a final time when they landed back on the stage. The drums stopped at the exact same moment, the band went silent, and the stage lights went dark.
Everyone in the bar roared their approval.
When white stage lights came back on, illuminating the band, Lucas Summer shouted over the mic and pointed at the guitar player, “Victory Payne on lead guitar, everybody!” He clapped his hands over his head, applauding her while his bass guitar dangled from his shoulder strap. People whistled and screamed. “We’re Lucas and Logan Summer! We’ll be back in a half hour for some more music! All right!!!”
The crowd cheered again as the band walked off the stage.
I turned to Madison and said, “That girl was incredible! I’ve never seen anyone play guitar like that before!”
“Me neither,” Madison said.
“And she’s a girl!” I cheered.
“I think I’ve got a girl crush,” Romeo said genuinely.
Kamiko said, “I thought I was your girl crush.”
“What did they say her name was again?” Romeo asked.
“Victory Payne,” Madison said.
“That’s her name?” I scoffed. “It sounds fake.”
“I think her real name is Victoria,” Madison said thoughtfully. “Victoria Payne.”
“Do you know her?”
“I’ve met her through Lucas and Logan once before. She’s really nice. You’d like her.”
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CHRISTOS
The bar was so busy, I was still waiting for our drinks when the band took a break.
“I’ll be right back,” Jake said. “I’m gonna take a piss.”
I nodded.
A minute later, someone tapped me on the back. I turned around and Tiffany Kingston-Whitehouse stood right behind me.
“Hey, stranger,” she smiled. She wore standard Tiffany garb, which meant a tight top and tighter skirt. She loved to show off her body whenever she had the chance. I couldn’t blame her.
As usual, she seemed happy to see me. “Hey, Tiff.” Had it been a month ago, I would’ve given her a quick brush off, but after the way she’d told Samantha’s tribunal the truth about her ‘stolen credit card’ I was inclined to be nice. “How they hangin?” I grinned.
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