A STAR IS BORN meets EMERGENCY CONTACT. Korean-American Riley Jo is a bonafide rockstar onstage. Offstage, not so much. When her bandmate won’t let her sing her own song because she’s “too Asian” she must drum up the courage and speak up or risk losing her voice onstage and off.
It’s the Mondayest of Mondays.
Back to school after winter break. You can practically hear groaning from students all across the country. It’s just the worst. Except, it isn’t. Not for me.
Present company may have something to do with my highly irregular attitude about school. Xander McNeil isn’t only the other guitarist in our band, but to say he’s not bad to look at would be an understatement of gargantuan proportions. He’s tall, athletic, and has a thick head of stare-hair. You know, hair so fine that you can’t help but stare. After indulging myself for a solid minute, I force myself to start tuning my guitar.
Xander pulls up a chair next to me, glancing side-long. Because I’m me, I pretend to be fascinated with my A string, which is a stretch, even for me.
“I once dated this girl and when I was tuning my guitar she was like, ‘You always play that song. What’s it called?’”
I snort, covering my mouth. “She did not.”
He buries his face in his hands with shame. “I shit you not.”
“Pro tip: date smarter people,” I tell him. Not that I’m a pro. But, I mean, it’s not like I could say ‘novice tip,’ right?
He chuckles, rubbing his chin.
I perk up. Maybe I’ve convinced Xander that conventionally pretty girls are overrated. Maybe then he’d start considering girls that are, you know, good at other things. Like the guitar, for example. What? It works in the movies.