by KE Payne
Table of Contents
Synopsis
What Reviewers Say About KE Payne’s Work
By the Author
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Epilogue
About the Author
Soliloquy Titles From Bold Strokes Books
Synopsis
When the confident, determined Alex Brody joins the successful band Be4, sparks fly between her and her bandmates, none more so than with Tally Mullins. But as their success continues and Tally learns more about Alex, her dislike turns to admiration. Soon Tally finds out that there’s far more to Alex than she first thought.
What Reviewers Say About KE Payne’s Work
365 Days
“One of the most real books I’ve ever read. It frequently made me giggle out loud to myself while muttering, “OMG, RIGHT?”—AfterEllen.com
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“A wonderful, thought-provoking novel of a teenager discovering who she truly is.”—Fresh Fiction
Another 365 Days
“Funny, engaging, and accessible.”—Kirkus Reviews
The Road to Her
“An excellent piece of young adult fiction. I truly enjoyed it.”—All Things Lesbian
Because of Her
“A must-read.”—Lesbian Fiction Reviews
Once the Clouds Have Gone
“Delightful and heart-warming, this sweet romance was everything a good romance should be.”—Prism Book Alliance
When I Knew You
“Extremely sweet and heartwarming, the heartbreak and missed opportunities between the two jumped off the page and pulled at my heartstrings.”—Fantastic Book Reviews
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By the Author
365 Days
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Another 365 Days
The Road to Her
Because of Her
Once The Clouds Have Gone
When I Knew You
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Acknowledgments
My sincere thanks to Ruth Sternglantz and Stacia Seaman for making all my books look so wonderful, and to Cindy Cresap, Connie Ward, Sandy Lowe, and all the other wonderful people at BSB who work so tirelessly behind the scenes for us all. Also to Sheri for taking my picture idea and turning it into the amazing work of art you see on the front cover.
Continued thanks to both Sarah Martin and Mrs D for all their support and friendship.
To BJ for tirelessly reading and rereading endless drafts with me, but mostly for all the love, laughs and support.
Finally, a massive thank you to all the readers who continue to buy my books, and who take the time to contact me. I truly appreciate every email, Facebook comment, and Tweet that you send me. Your continued support is immensely important to me—thank you all so much.
Prologue
The first time I met Alex Brody I had a headache. And I mean a real bitch of a headache. Bordering on a migraine, it was the type that made me hate everything and everyone, and made me just want to go home, pull the duvet up over my head, and sleep until it went away. Except I couldn’t do any of those things. And that made me dislike Alex even more, which was really unfair of me, considering it was her first day with us, and ironic, bearing in mind everything that happened afterwards.
I guess there was another reason I initially disliked her, though. She wasn’t Nicole. She was Alex, and she’d rocked up at the studio full of confidence and giving it all this couldn’t-give-a-damn shit, and acting like she was our best friend. Which in hindsight I can see was her way of coping with her first-day nerves. Back then, though, I thought she was an idiot.
And, yeah. She wasn’t Nicole.
Nicole Kelly had been a damned good singer, and I knew whoever replaced her would have to be something really special. Alex sure thought she was special. I thought differently, but that could have been because I wasn’t acting like my normal self. But then, everyone else had been acting weird since it happened too. Since Nicole left. Since our manager called me and my bandmates into the studio to tell us. He’d wanted, he’d said, to let us be the first to know. Before the press got hold of it. Before Nicole’s downward spiral had the chance to kill off Be4 just when we’d finally started to get somewhere.
But we’d had no time to stress about any of that, because Alex was brought in the very next day.
And that’s when my life really started to change.
Chapter One
The tall, slender girl sitting on the edge of the mixing desk talking with the music tech guys when I arrived at the studio looked exactly as she had when I’d last seen her on the TV, just a few weeks before. Seventeen, like the rest of us, Alex Brody had a crop of dark, sleek hair and an air of easy confidence which I could sense even from behind the door of the studio as I watched her laughing and joking with the guys inside. I was apprehensive straight away.
“She’s here already?” my bandmate Robyn whispered in my ear. “And why the fuck is Nate looking at her like that when he’s supposed to be dating me?”
I looked at Robyn. She looked mad. Pretty much typical Robyn then.
I followed her gaze through the small window in the studio door, scrunching my eyes up against the harsh lights inside the studio, which were making my head hurt even more than it already was. Robyn was right; from where I was standing, it looked like her boyfriend was hanging on to Alex’s every word. As were the two other music tech guys, Grant and Matt, who were sitting with her too.
“Guess Ed wanted her to be here by the time we arrived.” I shrugged. “And Nate’s not looking at her like that,” I lied. From where I was standing, he looked like he was all over her like a hot rash.
Alex was always in motion while she sp
oke: tucking her legs under her, teasing out a strand of hair, managing her hands. While we watched, I saw her lean over the desk and say something to Nate, making him laugh out loud. Then I swear they all looked over to us as Alex said something else, but I guess that could have been a coincidence. Or me being paranoid.
“Who the fuck does she think she is?” Robyn said. Maybe she’d just seen what I’d seen. “Talent show reject,” she murmured, her breath creating a circle of mist on the glass, “that’s all she is.”
“Don’t forget the failed record contract as well.” I bumped Robyn’s arm, but she didn’t laugh.
“Seventeen and washed up,” Robyn said, “and yet Ed still thinks she can fill Nicole’s shoes.”
As we continued to lurk behind the door, still glowering at Alex, I saw Grant get up and walk towards us. We stepped back, allowing him to open the door and come out into the corridor. As he passed us, he stopped, threw a look back over his shoulder into the studio, and said, “Met the new girl yet?”
“Figure we’re just about to.” Robyn looked at the closing door.
“Reckon you’ve got some competition there,” Grant said, starting to walk away again. “Press’ll be fighting over who to photograph the most now.” His laughter hung around us as he disappeared down the corridor.
Robyn didn’t respond. She shouldered the door back open and strode across the studio floor, making straight for Nate, then sidled up next to him, cutting him off midconversation. I watched as she draped her arms round his neck and pulled him in to her, presumably saying something to him because I saw him nod. It was so obvious, it was hilarious. Then I saw Robyn look at Alex and guessed she was speaking to her now, so I entered the room and joined them, then just sort of hung around by the mixing desk, waiting for Alex to look at me so I could speak to her too.
“Hey,” I said when her gaze finally came my way.
“Hey.”
And that’s how it started. As simple as that. No pleasantries, no names. Just one quick greeting each. Alex, it seemed, was a girl of few words. Instead of trying to strike up any kind of conversation with either me or Robyn, she stood in front of us, her thumbs hitched into the back of her jeans, hair tumbling across her eyes, still oozing more confidence than I’d ever seen from any girl before. Especially one on her first day at work. I guessed having just been on one of the most popular TV talent shows gave you that kind of self-assurance.
“So you’re Alex?” Robyn said, transferring her arm from Nate’s shoulder to mine. “I’m Robyn,” she said. “This is Talia. We call her Tally.”
“Then I’ll call her Tally too.” Alex smiled, looked me up and down, then raised an eyebrow, and I could tell straight away from that one tiny thing she totally thought she was the bee’s knees. Then she briskly pulled her hand from her pocket and extended it first to me, then to Robyn. “If that’s okay?”
I wasn’t sure who that was addressed to—me or Robyn—but I nodded anyway.
“And Brooke?” Alex asked. “Ed said I’d get to meet all three of you guys today.”
“Late.” I rolled my eyes. “She’s always late. Sometimes I think Be4 should be renamed Be Late, just for her.”
No one laughed.
I’m never late. Because Be4 is my life, and singing is my life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, since I first shoved a hairbrush in my hand and stood in front of a mirror singing the words to my favourite song, watching my reflection and loving the way singing made me feel inside. I’ve never really been one for talking. Conversation isn’t my strong point. But singing? Singing’s everything to me.
So is Be4. It’s been my life for the last four years, ever since me, Nicole, Robyn, and Brooke cobbled together a band for our Year 9 end-of-term concert and discovered we sounded pretty good together. That’s when the busking started. Four years ago. Four thirteen-year-olds hanging out outside the shops on Brighton’s seafront with our second-hand amp ramped up so loud we’d get moved on after five minutes, but still hoping we’d end up with enough money at the end of the day to be able to buy a takeaway on the way home. We worked hard too. For three years we worked our butts off, busking and gigging weekends and holidays, making a name for ourselves around the town, putting demo tracks that we’d recorded in Robyn’s parents’ garage out on YouTube, gaining a small group of faithful followers. It was hard work but it was worth it, because even though we didn’t know it at the time, we were slowly on our way to living the dream.
“So, are you from round here then?” Robyn was addressing Alex. My head was pounding and I was still miffed that neither of them had laughed at my joke.
“You didn’t watch Sing, I take it?” Alex’s smile was slow. I noticed her hand had been tucked into her back pocket, and her lazy swagger, tightened up slightly when she’d introduced herself to us, was back. “They did a VT of me at home.”
“I don’t really watch stuff like that,” Robyn replied. “So are you from round here?” she repeated.
I saw the flicker of ennui that passed across Alex’s face, presumably from Robyn’s blatant dismissal of Sing.
“Camden,” she replied. “Moved there earlier this year.”
“Before you did the”—Robyn rolled a hand—“what was it called again?”
“Sing.” Alex’s words dissolved into a sigh. “Yeah. Before that.”
“Sing,” Robyn echoed. “That’s right. The reality whatsit.”
As an outsider looking in, it was childish but amusing. Think lions on the Serengeti circling a lioness, each one eyeing the other up. Or dogs circling one another for the same tennis ball. You get the picture. I watched the pair of them before I spoke, secretly admiring the fact that Alex quite obviously didn’t give a shit about Robyn’s provocation, while at the same time wishing Robyn wouldn’t keep trying to wind her up.
“Camden’s nice.” I sounded like a prig.
“I’m sorry?”
“Camden,” I repeated. “It’s nice.”
The blast of air from an opening door took whatever reply Alex was or wasn’t going to give and blew it away, and instead signalled the arrival of Brooke, red-faced and mumbling profuse apologies to whoever would listen. Robyn’s arm, which was still draped about my shoulder, magically jumped over to Brooke’s shoulder, presumably to reinforce to Alex (as if she needed it) that here was the arrival of another member of Team Robyn. Grateful for Brooke’s intervention, and tiring quickly of Robyn’s puerile motives, I moved away, rooting around in my bag for some painkillers as I did so. I listened to the muffled conversation coming from across the studio as Alex introduced herself to Brooke, while at the same time cursing myself for not having anything with me to dull my throbbing head.
I sank into one of the swivel chairs next to the speakers and rubbed my hands across my face, digging my fingers into my temples, hoping it would help. It didn’t. I lifted my head, surprised to see Alex standing in front of me.
“Mind if I…?” She gestured to the chair next to me, flopping down into it before I could answer. “You’re right,” she said, “it is.”
“What is?”
“Camden.” Alex smiled. “It’s nice.”
“Oh. Yes.” I returned her smile, then looked away, not knowing what else I could say.
“And you?” she asked. “Where are you from?”
“Brighton originally. We all are.” I turned and looked back at her, the movement causing my head to pound. “But now I’m living in Islington.” I paused. “Ed likes us all to be somewhere visible.” I air-quoted. “Islington seemed like the best option.”
Well, according to Ed anyway. He’d chosen the Islington bit, I’d chosen the apartment; after all, it was going to be me that had to live there. That was freaky at first. The thought of living in London at seventeen, away from my parents, away from everything I’d known in Brighton. Freaky and scary. Brooke, Robyn, and I had lived together to start with, but even in those first few months I knew it wouldn’t stay like that. Sure enough, once Robyn hooked up w
ith Nate she spent more and more time at his place, then Brooke started making noises to me about wanting to be closer to the centre of London—closer to all the action. I loved Islington and I loved my apartment. I knew people there; I had neighbours that looked out for me, and friends just a short Tube ride away. I didn’t want to move, so I let Brooke do her own thing, and less than a year after moving from Brighton, I was living alone. But by now I wasn’t scared or freaked out. I had been London-ized and I’d transformed into the confident, happy seventeen-year-old I am now, relishing my freedom and space. My parents had reassurances from Ed that our record company would keep a close eye on all of us, and so far it was working very well, much to my parents’ and Ed’s relief.
Ed Manford. Our creator. That made him sound like God, and sometimes he thought he was. In reality, he’s our manager, not our creator. We were our own creators, but he was the one who saw one of Be4’s YouTube demos and decided we had something special, and knew he had the money and the contacts to be able to give us a shot. So he contacted Robyn and it all spiralled from there.
Ed was the one who had the foresight to find himself a producer with enough savvy to remix one of our earliest songs, “Taken,” and he was the one who then suggested it could work as part of the soundtrack to a small, independent UK film called Into the Light. Thanks to Ed, it worked. Thanks to Ed, we worked. Thanks to Ed, Be4 had a couple of top-twenty hits and a relatively successful first album out within a year, and we were now well on our way to even bigger and better things.
“He told me.” Alex sat back further in her chair and pulled a hand through her hair. “Whatever’s best for the group, hey?”
I smiled but didn’t answer. After sixteen months of working with Ed, I didn’t always agree with him, but the one thing I did know was everything he did, he did for the band. And for the most part, he did it well, but this time I wondered if he’d got it wrong. Be4 weren’t a girl band, as such. We valued our pop-rock edge and took pride from the fact we were different from the other, manufactured bands. I stole a look to Alex. To my mind, she was 100 percent manufactured: created, polished, and then spat out by her talent show when she didn’t make the grade. She reeked of girl-band material to me.
