About Amethyst in the Key of D
by Rob Knight
26 pages
/ 10000 words
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Daniel is an out of control rock star whose habits have his manager and his doctor in an uproar. Trouble is he just can’t face life without his addictions, completely unable to give them up as long as he’s on the road.
His life changes when he meets painter Eric, or Amethyst, wandering into the man’s shop one day on a whim. Amethyst’s paintings fascinate Daniel, and the man himself is an addiction he never wants to give up. Even if he has to leave all of the rest behind.
Sample
"I'm telling you, Daniel, you have to start taking care of yourself. You'll never see thirty-five if you don't quit...well. You know what I mean."
Daniel Legarte stared his doctor right in the face as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, filling up the little guest room of the bus with smoke. Doctor James hacked a little, waving his hand in front of his face.
Daniel smiled. He hoped it wasn't a nice smile.
"You mean the smoking, luv? Or the drinking? Or maybe the binges on more illegal shit?"
God, the man drove him insane.
James sighed, packing away the little stethoscope and blood pressure monitor while Daniel watched and smoked. They'd do this again in a month when his vocal chords went and they had to get him another steroid shot. Such was the life of the road.
As soon as James walked out, Daniel got up and headed to the back to get his jacket, his extra smokes and his hip flask of Southern Comfort. He needed a walk. As soon as he was out of the bus he called his manager, Aaron, on the little flip phone they'd given him to replace the one he'd dropped last week and busted right up.
"I'm going for a walk, Aaron. No, I'm not telling you where. No! Bugger off. I'll see you tomorrow when we have to leave. I have the night off, remember? Right. Fair enough. Bye."
There. Now he was free.
Daniel wandered. He bought himself a shrieking peacock blue leather vest that laced up the front from a quirky little shop with a cute lesbian couple who had a yappy little dog. He got a fancy-assed box of chocolates that all had liquor in them. And he got a dildo. A giant one. A giant purple one. Life on the road for the straights? Was great. For him it sucked rocks.
It wasn't until he saw the painting in the fucking gallery that Daniel actually stopped and looked.
And looked some more.
Jesus Christ.