Legaci (spin-off to 'A rockstar's Heart')

Author's Note: I've had this idea for a spinoff for a while now. If you never read A rockstar's heart, you should before reading this. Things will probably become confusing if you don't. This story won't be long. But I'm thinking of contuing 'A rockstar's heart part 2' to tell the situation from both Beth and Lance's view. Don't know....but here's chapter 1.

Chapter 1: Legaci

Bethany Borges.

Mother.

Wife.

Celebrity.

She’s in a band called ‘The Daredevils’.

And she started off as my idol.

Until I rose up ahead of her.

My name is Lani Hempton. But my stage name is Legaci. Everyone calls me Legaci,

I have long blonde hair. Blue eyes and I’m twenty five.

I’m very busy. Meeting people. Performing. Doing music videos.

It’s hard for me to get my personal life together with all the bullshit in the way. Don’t get me wrong, I worship my career.

But sometimes, with the people I have to deal with, it’s nerve racking.

My style that I have is black. Black eyeliner, black clothing, and lingerie.

It was a style no one else has so its mine.

My guitarist, Caric was in the passenger side seat right next to me as I was driving my old corvet.

It was black and I had it for five years.

“So you’re not going to make a fool of yourself at this party?”

“I didn’t the last time.” I said.

Caric raised his eyebrow.

He was six feet tall, a Caucasian man with brown eyes and a perfectly built body. Me and him had a thing for a while but things got complicated and we just ended it.

“Actually, ya kinda did.”

“How?”

“You got really drunk and started dancing on tables. You don’t remember that? What happened to Legaci having a nice and clean image?”

I smirked and looked over at him. “Ever heard of that saying ‘good girl gone bad’?”

He nodded once.

I shrugged.

“I just don’t want it to ruin you. I know you’re in competition with Bethany Borges and I don’t want you to bring yourself down.”

“There’s no competition.”

“Damn right. That fucking drummer, what’s his name, Andy? He fucking sucks and that guitarist-”
“Hold it. Don’t talk about Lance.”

Caric rolled his eyes. “I forgot, your infatuation for Bethany Borges’s husband.”

I couldn’t help it.

Lance Livingston is so sexy.

I pulled up in the driveway of the biggest party in the world right now.

Caric looked over at me. “No drama.”

“Drama?”

He gave me a look. “You know for a fact that Bethany, Lance and Andy are going to be here.”

“I won’t cause trouble.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

“I’m serious this time. I’m perfectly fine.”

Caric shrugged as I turned the car off.

I opened the car door and got out.

I had on a tight, silk black teddy with fishnets, a leather jacket and black over-the-knee boots.

My blonde hair hung down my back and I had on a black hat and heavy black eyeliner.

Caric side by side with me as we walked up the yard.

“Should we knock?”

“No.” I said as we got to the door.

A man, guard, was standing there. “Are you on the list?” He asked.

“Legaci and Caric.” I said.

The man’s eyes grew wide. “Legaci?”

I nodded.

He grinned as he stared at me. “My daughter loves you,” He opened the door. “Go right in.”

I smiled and pulled Caric inside with me.

The black floor was waxed and glossy. And the walls were pale and had pictures of flowers hanging on them.

Millions of people were dancing and I’ve gotten a few screams and hugs.

Caric did too.

I walked further into the house and came to the alcohol. Yes.

“Only three beers.” Caric warned.

“Fine. I promise. You got my cigarettes?”

“Yeah, can’t put them anywhere.”

Instead, I grabbed the bottle of Mascato that was already opened and took it with me as I continued walking through the party.

I spotted Pink and gave her a smile. She winked back at me and I felt my heart stop.

I felt like I wasn’t an important person in with the pop celebrities but only in the rock star thing.

So when any celebrity respond to me or acknowledge me. it’s a big deal.

“Oh shit.” Caric said. I looked over to him. “What?”

“That’s Christina Aguilera’s sexy ass over there. I’ll be back.” He disappeared into a crowd of people.

Yeah, so much for staying by my side the whole time.

‘Just dance’ by Lady gaga came on and I had to let loose.

Lady gaga was my idol, aside from Whitney Houston.

I loved both women and I’ve looked up to Whitney since I was a little girl.

Still worshipped her in death.

I set the alcohol down and looked to my left where I SAW HER.

Bethany fucking Borges. Goddamnit.

I kept my eyes on her and she locked eyes with me. I gave her a fake smile and she walked over to me with her drummer behind her.

Bethany smiled. “Legaci, hi.”

I nodded to her. “Where’s your husband?” I asked.

She swallowed. “Coming in soon.”

“I heard about your tour. How’d it go?” I asked.

“Pretty good.”

I nodded.

We stood in silence until a voice made my heart skip.

“You parked on the fucking street.” He said.

He came into my view and he looked irritated but sexy with his messy blonde hair and brown seductive eyes.

He smiled when he saw me. “Well, well, Legaci. Haven’t seen you in forever.”

“My new video just came out.”

“I mean in person.”

I bit my lip, taking in his appearance. He looked down at Bethany. “Would you care if I just chilled out with Legie for a second?”

Bethany glanced at me and then shrugged. “No.”

Andy smiled. “Me too. Alicia is stressing me the hell out. Need a break.”

Bethany walked away from us and I grabbed Lance’s hand. “Come on. Iy’s been a while since I got drunk with people who I’m not annoyed with.”

I pulled Lance with me and we went out onto the porch. “My car.” I said.

Andy’s eyes grew wide. “Oh shit!! I always wanted to ride in a corvet. I’m driving.”

“Asshole, I’m not leaving Beth alone here at a party.”

“Fuck.” Andy whispered.

I sighed and dug in my pocket and threw the keys to Andy. “Don’t crash my shit.” I said.

He nodded and quickly ran to the car. I sat down on the stairs and Lance sat down with me. I licked my cherry red lipstick and smiled at Lance.

“I missed you. Remember back in middle school, you had that white guitar and you use to just work the hell outta it?” I asked taking a cigarette from my bra.

“I still got it.”

“You’re lying.” I said.

He shook his head. “I shit you not, I’m not lying to you.”

I remember that me and him would spend hours in his basement just rocking out. Me with my voice and him with his guitar.

I smiled and lit up the cigarette with my blood red lighter.

“Yeah, its been a while. This fucking industry is getting to us, huh?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I said staring him in his brown eyes. He smirked and sighed.

“So…Bethany Borges…really?” I asked.

Lance snickered. “Why are you saying that with disapproval?”

“Because you can do better, that why.”

Lance raised his eyebrow. “Beth is the mother of my son. I love her.”

“Is the pussy good at least?”

He stared at me, not surprised by my question. We always use to get deep into subjects without giving a fuck.

“Legaci, shut the hell up.” He chuckled.

I shrugged. “Just a question.”

Lance playfully hit me. “I missed you though, girl.”

I smiled and looked at him. “Want my number?” I asked.

Lance nodded.

“Oh wait, will the wife approve?” I asked.

“Fuck you.” He smirked.

I shrugged. It could happen, I thought secretly. I reached out for his phone and he placed it in my hand. Our hands brushed against each others for a second and I looked into his eyes and he looked in mine for a quick second before looking down.

I looked down at his phone smiling at the wallpaper. Where a cute litle boy with dirty blondish hair wa grinning. “So that’s your son. He’s damn cute.”

“Isn’t he though?”

“Looks just like you.”

“I don’t know, he looks a lot like Beth.”

I scoffed. He’s too damn cute to look like her.

Lance shook his head. “Why do you hate my wife?”

I put my number in his phone. “ I never said I hated her.”

“You don’t have to say it.”

I sighed. “If I told you, you’d probably want to stop being my friend.”

"Lani, we grew up in the fucking sandbox together. Just say it.”

I sighed. “Fine. I dislike Bethany Borges because she has the guy I wanted since middle school.” I admitted.

I couldn’t look at him at first.

But I knew I had to because I wanted him to say something. Anything.

But there was nothing but silence.

“Say something.” I said.

Lance got off the stairs and sighed. “What the fuck do you want me to say?” he asked.

I knew he’d react this way, this is why I didn’t want to tell him.

“Told ya.” I stood to my feet and put my cigarette in my mouth. “It’s fine, Lance, really. I have so many others that I can go to.”

“Exactly, so why me?”

“Why you?” I took the cigarette out of my mouth and laughed. Does he know the impact he’s had over like…everyone over the past five years? He’s been a legend. Still is and as kids….he was a legend to me.

“Do you know who you are, Lance Livingston? You’re a god. You don’t see it yet but….” I shrugged and ran my fingers through my long blonde tresses of hair. “Like I said, there’s others.” I stepped off the stairs. “None of them can replace you though.”

I was face to face with him, he’s taller than me but my heels make us almost both the same height.

“Look, I’m ready to go, and Caric can keep the corvet once Andy comes back. Think you can give me a ride home?” I asked.

“We’re having an important conversation and now you want me to take you home.” He said.

“I rather not talk about this here.”

“I’m not leaving Beth, here…alone.”

“Come on, my house isn’t far away.” I said.

“Legie, I don’t know.”

“Please?” I asked. Trying to channel in that irresistible voice I use to always do when I wanted him to do something for me.

Lance rolled his eyes. “Fuck it, come on.”

This was the beginning. I was going to get Lance Livingston in bed with me if it’s the last thing I do.