Excerpt from the California Girl Chronicles: Brea and the City of Plastic
Excerpt from part of chapter 1. So I stood in place and bopped to the music when a short guy with stubby blond hair came out and went to the microphone. “You all having fun?” he yelled into the microphone. A limp and quiet, “Yeah,” came back to him in response. Stubby blond guy was undeterred. “All right then give it up for Rigor Mortis,” he shouted and stepped away. “Rigor Mortis? Really? Was he kidding? Who the hell chose that name?” I thought and frowned. Lance caught the look on my face, but didn’t say anything. Now I was curious to see what a band with that name looked like. The first two guys with shaggy dark hair came out on stage to another limp reception from the half-interested crowd. It was the lead singer, a guy with sandy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes that caught my attention. He didn’t quite fit in well with the other two. And my eyes went right to him almost like a magnet. He was dressed all in white — white t-shirt and jeans. He stood there momentarily and star...