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    Songs of Seduction
    Songs of Seduction
    Songs of Seduction
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    Songs of Seduction

    By Lee Pulaski

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    It all started with an audition. Whit Harrison was nervous enough, but to have some guy barge into the room when he was trying to try out for a solo in the community choir did not make things any better. Instead of being annoyed with the intruder, however, Whit is quite fascinated with him. He doesn't have to wait to meet Brock Evans, a fellow music lover who is quite adept with the guitar.

    Soon, the two men find themselves facing intense feelings for one another, but Brock hasn't told Whit everything about his past. As he finds himself falling deeper and deeper in love, the level of fear increases as he tries to find a way to come clean without losing Whit forever.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateJan 5, 2011
    ISBN9781426947858
    Songs of Seduction
    Author

    Lee Pulaski

    Lee Pulaski grew up in the dry heat of Arizona in a small town called Chino Valley. Lee has always enjoyed writing, although it took some time for him to develop the courage to get his work into the public eye. Lee also has a love affair with the theatre, starting to write plays in high school before moving to full-length novels in recent years. In his junior year, one of those plays, Murder on the Boardwalk, was selected for production. Although it was never published, Lee received royalties for the play, which has kept him writing ever since. Ironically, a dry spell in Lees creative juices in 2006 prompted him to take a vacation in Wisconsin with family. Getting into a new environment and seeing the beauty of the fall colors is what inspired Lee to write his first novel, The Colors of Love and Autumn, which was first published as an e-book in September 2008 through Torquere Press. Songs of Seduction is his second work in paperback. Lee enjoys photography when he is not writingand sometimes even while he is. He tries to get outdoors whenever he can to take photos. He currently resides in Page, Ariz.

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      Songs of Seduction - Lee Pulaski

      © Copyright 2011 Lee Pulaski.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored

      in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic,

      mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      Printed in the United States of America.

      isbn: 978-1-4269-4784-1 (sc)

      isbn: 978-1-4269-4785-8 (e)

      Trafford rev. 12/21/2010

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Epilogue

      About the Author

      Chapter 1

      Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do. Do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do.

      Whit looked at himself in the mirror as he ran through his measures. He was really nervous about what he was about to do. This would be the first time he auditioned for a solo in the community choir—in any choir, for that matter. He never had a problem with singing in a group, but he always wondered if his voice was really good enough to be heard on its own. He’d sung in front of good friends and some family members, and his son told him he should try out for American Idol, but he was having a hard time right now believing he could perform for the town, much less a national audience.

      Glancing at his sheet music, Whit wondered if he should have picked something a little more gospel instead of a song from the ‘80s. This was a choir that seemed more bent on classic show tunes and religious music as opposed to contemporary fare. Still, the song was one of his favorites, and it was something he’d sung many times before. If he was going to be chosen for a solo, he needed a piece that he wasn’t going to screw up royally.

      There was a lot at stake in tonight’s auditions. The songs the choir was working on currently were for the annual music festival, called Strike a Chord, an affair that brought together community musical groups and the schools’ performing arts programs in a two-day affair that celebrated the gift of song and heralded the start of spring. Whoever was picked for the solos would be representing the best the choir had to offer. Whit wanted the chance to show he could be the best, even though his self-doubt sometimes made it tough for him to believe in himself.

      Whit looked down at his shirt and grimaced. Why did he wear a black shirt to an audition? He wasn’t trying out to sing at a funeral. He should have worn something a little more fun. A Hawaiian shirt? Something white, or maybe even red? There was no time to run home and change. He’d just have to hope his success wasn’t based on having fashion sense.

      Pacing back and forth, Whit quietly sang the chorus to Best That You Can Do. He wanted to get everything perfect, although he knew he would be called in at any time. He looked over at the clock, which read 7:35. He knew he needed to calm down, or he would go up in flames—figuratively and possibly literally, as he felt a little warm in the tiny room. It was the storage room in the high school music wing, and it was the only place Whit could think of that was quiet enough to rehearse and private enough in case he had a nervous breakdown.

      There was a knock on the door and a female voice saying, Whit, they’re ready for you. Whit heaved a sigh. This was going to separate the men from the boys. It was too late to run out the door screaming, although Whit was still thinking of doing it. Then he realized he would not be setting a good example for his son, giving up on something for fear that he was no good. Taking a deep breath, Whit walked out of the storage room and into the main rehearsal hall.

      He looked at who was sitting at the judges’ table. There was the director, Esmeralda Pickington, who tended not to notice people until they actually sang solo, so it was even odds that she would be amenable. Sitting to the left of Esmeralda was Nora Jackson, someone that Whit was a good friend with, so she’d likely favor him for a solo part. Unfortunately, to Esmeralda’s right was Lewis Stewart, an ultra-conservative Mormon who stuck his nose up at Whit on a regular basis, disapproving of his lifestyle. Whit hoped the decision on solo parts wasn’t based on a unanimous vote, or he was royally screwed.

      He walked over to Kate, the pianist, and handed her the music, hoping he didn’t forget the words. The last thing he wanted to do was look bad in front of Esmeralda, and he certainly didn’t want to give Lewis the chance to get up on his soapbox and blame a horrible audition on the supposed claim that homosexuals were an abomination in the Lord’s eyes.

      All right, Esmeralda said before pausing to look at her audition list. Whit Harrison. What will you be singing for us tonight?

      Well, ma’am, I’m singing ‘Best That You Can Do,’ Whit replied as he quickly put his hands behind his back to keep from fidgeting. Do you want me to sing the whole song, or just to a certain place?

      Let’s see where it goes, the director said. I’ll likely let you sing the whole thing, unless you just sound like a hound dog howling.

      Whit gulped as he silently uttered a prayer asking God not to switch his vocal cords with those of some mutt named Rex. Then he took a deep breath as Kate played the introduction, and he began to sing. As he sang the words, he could see Nora grinning from ear to ear and Esmeralda politely smiling as she scribbled some notes on a canary notepad. Lewis, on the other hand, looked utterly bored, like someone was reading aloud from the phone book. Whit was hoping his fortunes would change with Lewis, as he was approaching the chorus, which he felt was his strongest part.

      When you get caught between the moon and New York City… Whit could go no further as the hall door flew open, and a strange man walked in, asking loudly, So is this where the community band is rehearsing?

      Whit was crestfallen. He had been feeling pretty good about how the audition was going, and this muscular oaf with a guitar strapped on his shoulder had gone and interrupted like a booing crowd at a comedy club. He had half a mind to drag this guy outside and pummel him senseless, yet part of him couldn’t look away at the intruder, who looked Scottish in origin.

      Esmeralda glared at the man from over her glasses. Young man, this is where the community choir rehearses, and you have very rudely interrupted an audition. The band rehearses in room C-12. It’s down the hall, four doors to the right. Now, if it is not too much trouble, please close the door behind you so we may continue with our work.

      The man turned bright red and mouthed the words I’m so sorry to Whit before closing the door with a rattle. Esmeralda took off her glasses and rubbed her temple.

      All right, then. Let’s pick up right before the chorus, Kate, and I am so sorry, Will, for the extremely rude interruption.

      Whit, Whit corrected as Kate started to play a few measures before the chorus. He started to sing again, but the man’s sudden trespassing distracted him. Whit hated to admit it, but he was attracted to the man. The black Metallica t-shirt, the unkempt appearance, the guitar strapped over the shoulder—it all made for a rather yummy package.

      Whit finished the song and politely bowed to the judges. Esmeralda and Nora looked pleased, but Lewis was continuing to do his gargoyle impersonation. Whit wondered if winning Lewis over could be as simple as offering to help the Mormon pull the stick out of his ass. Someday, he might put his theory to the test, but he had to play nice right now if he wanted to get a solo.

      Very good, Win, Esmeralda said while Whit bit his lip to keep from correcting her again. If you’ll wait out in the hall, we still have a few more people to audition, and then we will make our decision.

      Thank you, Whit said quietly as he briskly exited into the hallway. He was vibrating with excitement, although he worried that the interruption earlier might have affected the way the judges saw his performance. Listening to someone sing a song in two pieces was not as pleasing as when you could hear the tune all the way through. Still, it wasn’t his fault that some people didn’t have enough manners to open and close doors quietly.

      Whit sat on a blue plastic chair halfway down the hall, wanting to keep some distance from where he had auditioned. If he sat too

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