Following the recent release of my rock star romance My Biggest Fan, I am starting a new weekly feature discussing the world of rock music with my very own star and book hero, Shawn Torien. The sweet thing has kindly agreed to take time off of a busy tour schedule to chat with me.
“Hi, Shawn.” I glance at the young leather-clad guy with the spiked hair and dark doe eyes. He slouches in a comfy chair opposite me, cross-legged, the usual cigarette in hand. He’s so gorgeous, he easily intimidates me. Thank God he’s already taken. Samantha would kill me if she knew how I feel about him.
“Hey.” He gives me a cute, heart-melting smile, and I know I’m lost.
Cheeks flushing, I look down at my notebook and pretend to read my questions. I need a few seconds to get back in control. “Uhm… Thanks for taking the time to see me.”
At these words, my heart misses a beat. The guy has the same goddamn appeal as when I first started writing about him. After a few moments, I take a deep breath, look up, and meet his playful stare.
He winks. “Can I ask you something, Lea?”
“Uhm, yes, sure.”
“The readers already know a lot about me, but what about you? Why did you choose to write about this?
“The world of rock ‘n roll.”
I shrug. “Well, like you, I was a rebel teen. Drawn to the faster, angrier and dirtier kind of music. Proudly shocking not only my parents but the neighbors, teachers, fellow students, everyone.”
He chuckles, takes a drag of his cigarette, and eyes me through the swirling smoke. “And now?”
“Good question. With age, I’ve matured and learned to hide my affiliation. You know, in order to get a job and all. To comply. So I got rid of the boot chains, the skull rings, the heavy metal jacket patches”—I smile, remembering my past attire—“but my love of rock is still very much alive!”
“And it’s culminated in the writing of a book. How cool.”
“Yeah. But enough about me. Shawn, in the first chapter you mention being called the new Nikki Sixx. So what does he mean to you, and how has his music influenced you?”
He grins, eyes shiny, and I get a glimpse of the little boy growing up a devoted rock fan.
“Mötley Crüe is one of the first bands I ever listened to. Their first album came out in 1980, when I was still a kid. It was the epitome of dirty, groovy rock ‘n roll, mixing punk with sleazy boogie, glam, and heavy rock. And their attitude! Trashing and fucking everything, giving shit, total destroy.”
I nod, recalling the good old days. “Yeah, they were a phenomenon. So what song would you recommend for your readers?”
“What kinda question is that, Lea? There are so many tracks to choose from.”
“Well, the one that’s closest to your heart?”
He holds my gaze, but his dark pupils grow unfocused, dreamy.
“Hmm. Kickstart my Heart. What a punch in the face that was. So fast, so powerful, like a jet taking off. And as the title says, it jumpstarts your heart, turns its beat up, and keeps the speed till the last note, leaving you breathless and needing more.”
“Oh, I love it! Excellent choice! Here’s the official video for our readers.”