"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 002 - Sunset Kiss" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

Sunset 2 -- Sunset KissONE "Is this the coolest, or what?" Carrie Alden asked as
she stood backstage at the Sunset IsIand Arts Pavilion.
"This is beyond cool," laughed Sam Bridges, tossing back her wild red mane.
"It's like some kind of unreal MTV dream. I always knew my first summer out of
high school would be a blast, but this summer is turning out to be even more
amazing than I imagined." Carrie smiled at her friend. She was right. This did
seem like some kind of wonderful dream. A mere three weeks before, she would
never have expected to be backstage at a Graham Perry concert-as Graham Perry's
personal guest! On every side of her, people worked feverishly. The sound system
was being checked and the lights adjusted, instruments were being tuned and
retuned. The energy level was so high! Carrie felt that if she reached out, she
might actually feel the air crackle with electricity.
"Ooh! Ooh!" Sam jabbed Carrie's shoulder. "You're missing a hot photo op."
Carrie's hands flew to the camera she wore around her neck. It wasn't every day
an aspiring photographer got backstage passes to a Graham Perry concert. Carrie
was determined to make the most of the opportunity. Maybe she'd even get shots
good enough to sell to Rolling Stone.
Following Sam's gaze, Carrie focused her camera. This was a great shot. Graham
stood just offstage, going over some notes with his band. The amber overhead
light threw dramatic shadows on the rock superstar's handsome face. His
expression was concentrated, intense-not the usual easygoing, smiling face he
showed to the public. It revealed the demanding professional beneath the casual
it's-so-easy facade. And Carrie was talented enough to know instinctively that
photography was more than mere image. A great photographer used the camera to
unveil the hidden truth lurking just beneath the surface of the image.
Carrie composed the shot and then snapped quickly, shooting from three slightly
different angles. "That's going to be a really interesting photo of Graham!" she
said. "Thanks for pointing it out. You have a terrific eye." "No, no, noooooo!"
Sam chided. "I wasn't talking about Graham. You already have a zillion pictures
of him. I was talking about that picture." Sam pointed onstage to where the
warmup band, Flirting with Danger, was already set up. With their backs to the
girls, the lead singer, Billy Sampson, and the bass guitarist, Presley Travis,
were deep in conversation.
Sam touched her thumbs together and framed out the picture for Carrie. "I even
know what you could call this photo. 'Hot Buns in Conference.'" "Sam! You are so
bad," Carrie said as she snapped the photo.
"Maybe, but you did take the picture, didn't you?" Sam teased.
"What I'm doing is sort of a photographic essay," Carrie said carefully. "The
warmup band is part of the story, too." "Yeah, right," Sam told her. "It
couldn't be that you'd like to do some flirting of your own with the lead
singer. Oh no." Sam snorted.
Carrie tried to look casual, but couldn't help the faint blush that rose in her
face. "Like the kind of flirting you do with Presley?" she said. "No way. I
could never be so bold." "Don't worry, I'll be happy to give you lessons," Sam
said. "This summer is as good a time as any for you to come out of that demure
shell and be all the vixen you can be." "Oh, Sam," Carrie said, laughing. "You
never give up." Still, she thought to herself, Sam's remarks had hit home. Her
interest in Flirting with Danger was more than just professional. - Flirting
with Danger was a local band on the isIand. Opening for Graham Perry that night
might turn out to be their big break. The guys were nervous and exhilarated at