Chapter 1
Brayden
Sasha had asked us to the meeting room in the label’s offices in Manhattan, which was a clear sign that she meant business.
We only ever came here for three reasons: if a record underperformed, they were bringing a new person on the team…
or to be scolded. Our team was complete, but the new album had barely come out, and Sasha had confided in me that the execs at the label weren’t happy with sales.
The guys were also aware. Thomas, Lars, Harvey, and I were very tight.
We’d formed GreenFire twelve years ago, when we were nothing but a bunch of college freshmen at NYU sharing a passion for music.
We exploded on the international scene four years later.
Ever since, we’ve topped charts in the US and abroad.
It’s been a roller coaster. We usually went along with whatever Sasha had to say, because she was our manager and had our back. We’d been backstabbed often enough to appreciate when we finally had someone who had our best interests in mind.
We hadn’t been to the meeting room in quite a while. We spent most of our time at the cottage, where we did everything from rehearsing to training to hosting parties. Now being in this building again, near Central Park, had me and the guys a little unnerved.
Sasha led us through the back door, as usual, and straight inside an elevator that brought us directly to the eleventh floor.
The label only had offices on three floors; the rest of the building was full of offices of various kinds.
I didn’t know how she pulled it off, but we never ran into a single person when we came here.
Of course, we always had a security detail with us, just in case.
Today’s bodyguard, Damien, remained at the door of the meeting room.
“As I told Brayden, the execs think the record sales should be better,” Sasha started.
We were now seated around a large walnut conference table in the meeting room with a view of Central Park. With her blonde hair pulled into a strict ponytail and the black-rimmed glasses, Sasha always appeared older than she was. She was the same age as me, thirty.
We were not an easy bunch to handle. Lars was the most hotheaded of the group, though Harvey balanced him out. Thomas used to be as hotheaded as Lars, but he’s calmer since he got married five years ago.
“Let’s release another single, then. Give people more of a taste,” I suggested. We’d only released three so far.
“No, they don’t think that’s going to help. They think your image as a band needs to change a little. You need to be more approachable.”
Lars cocked a brow. “Why?”
Sasha straightened the collar of her shirt. “Well, the research they conducted among your fans says they feel disconnected from you as a band. We live in the communication era, where everyone posts constantly about their life. Your fans expect that.”
“We like our privacy,” I said in a measured tone.
We’d always been different from other rock bands: no drugs or scandals.
At the height of our fame, everyone had wanted a piece of us.
We didn’t like that, so we chose to keep a low profile when it came to our personal life.
We owed our fans good music, nothing else.
“You don’t have to give that up,” she assured us.
“Then how exactly are we supposed to be more approachable?”
Sasha drummed her fingers on the table. “We don’t have clear answers.
But I’ve asked a very skilled counselor to join us here today.
We won’t be employing her counseling services, but she has a lot of experience with behavioral perception.
I thought it might be more useful than a simple PR plan.
It’s no pressure, just a first meeting.”
The guys started protesting all at once. I stared at Sasha, who stared right back with her “You’re in charge” look.
“We thought you’d want us to make more appearances,” Thomas said, voicing my thoughts.
“This will be more helpful. I’m going to bring her in.
” She rose from her chair and left the room.
She’d told me she wanted to try something out of the box, but I hadn’t paid attention.
I needed time to process this and then sell it to the guys.
She always called me the voice of reason in the group, but right now I was just as pissed as the others.
We needed a heads-up before she threw this kind of stuff at us.
They were going to eviscerate whoever came through that door.
Knowing Sasha, I probably had about thirty seconds to maintain order. I faced the guys.
“Let’s all calm down and listen to whatever they have to say.”
“Sasha hired a babysitter. I’m feeling the opposite of calm,” Harvey said.
“No, she’s bringing on a professional,” I said as coolly as possible. “Sasha’s never steered us wrong. Let’s give this, whatever it is, a shot.”
No one was buying my speech. I wasn’t buying it either. Yes, she’d never steered us wrong, but this was the first time she decided something like that without extensively discussing it with us first. I didn’t like it.
I turned toward the door when I heard voices on the other side.
Sasha came in first, followed by a woman with waist-long hair that was so vibrantly red, it was all I could see for a few seconds.
Then the rest of her came into focus. I fixated on her lips—full and pouty, like she was permanently ready to dish out sass.
Her eyes were huge and brown and so expressive that I was sure she’d be an open book if we made eye contact long enough, but she averted her gaze quickly.
She was tiny enough that I could lift her over my shoulder with one arm—I guess she’d be what you’d call petite.
Her black dress touched her knees and had long sleeves that covered her arms, but her shoulders were on display.
It made me want to step closer and drum my fingers from one to the other slowly, watching her reaction.
“Boys, this is Isabelle Gallagher. Isabelle, meet GreenFire. Thomas, Lars, Harvey… and Brayden. Forgive me. It’s my fault they’re all throwing daggers with their eyes at you. They were expecting a different kind of meeting.”
“Oh good, then I’m not the only one blindsided by the job description,” Isabelle said with a cheeky smile. I’d been right about her being sassy.
“Isabelle. Welcome!” I walked up to her, extending my hand. I wasn’t usually a hand shaker, but I wanted an excuse to see her up close. She was a beautiful woman in the most surprising ways. The round shape of her eyes was mesmerizing. She only briefly shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Brayden. All of you, in fact. I only found out yesterday that I’ll be working with you.”
“That’s still up in the air,” Lars said from behind me.
Isabelle gave Lars a polite smile, but her eyes flashed. “Yes, apparently so. Can’t say I’ve worked with anyone against their will until now, but let’s see what we can do.”
“If we go forward with this, it won’t be against our will,” I assured her.
“Good. Would make my job a lot easier, thank you,” she replied.
I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t meet a woman who was tongue-tied in front of me, or eager to get an autograph from any of us. Isabelle Gallagher merely seemed curious, which in turn sparked my interest. I pulled out the chair next to me, motioning for her to sit down.
She lowered herself onto the seat. My thumbs brushed the smooth skin on her shoulder blades when she leaned back. I didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath.
I glared at the others as I sat down, deciding to take the lead on this. That was the only way I could keep the guys in check.
“Sasha, why don’t you tell us what Isabelle’s job description is? You didn’t have a chance to explain that earlier.”
“Of course. She’s basically going to be advising us how to best give your fans what they want, but on your terms. PR professionals usually come to us with checklists about what you have to do without taking your personalities into account.
I want Isabelle to make a psychological profile of each of you in conjunction with how the fans see you, how they relate to each of you. As someone new to GreenFire?—”
“Wait a second. She doesn’t even know who we are?” Lars exclaimed.
“Lars!” I said in a warning tone. “Let Sasha explain.”
Isabelle sat up straighter. “The job posting didn’t mention who you are, probably to protect your privacy.
I only found out the name of the band when I got the email inviting me here.
I’ve heard the name GreenFire before, of course, in passing, but I can’t say I’m familiar with your music.
But this is going to allow me to bring in a fresh perspective.
” She waved her hand as if she couldn’t care less about our music.
I could practically feel the guys’ anger building.
All I wanted to do was laugh. I’d never met someone so unimpressed by us.
It only made me want to get to know her better. I liked her confidence.
“So what exactly will this entail?” I asked.
“She’ll meet with you individually, and as a group, to find out more about you. What motivates you, what’s important to you?—”
“I don’t have time for this.” Thomas stood up.
“Thomas, sit down!” I said through gritted teeth.
He grunted, looking at the others, silently asking them to back him up, but no one did. Reluctantly, he sat back down.
“And why don’t you do that?” I asked Sasha.
“Because I don’t have her expertise, and because I’ve been with you boys for a long time. I have a skewed perception of what the fans want GreenFire to be. Having an outsider’s perspective will not only help us maintain your existing fanbase but appeal to new audiences as well.”
That sort of made sense, especially since we hadn’t been doing anything differently since we entered the music scene, but I still didn’t get why we needed any of this. We could figure this out on our own… I think .