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“What if she’s transitioning?” Kellan asked, grimacing. “Then she might be offended.”
“Okay, I don’t care if she’s female, male, or amphibious,” Z said drolly. “She plays like a fucking dream and I want her back. Immediately. I don’t know why we had to play that ‘we’re narrowing it down to two’ game.” He cut a look at me.
“I wasn’t going to speak for the rest of you,” I said. “We had to talk first. Are we on board to give Devyn a shot?”
“I’d like to send him or her a set list to learn before coming back so we can jam,” Z said. “That’s how we’re going to get a feel for style, stamina, and chemistry.”
“There was definitely chemistry,” Tommy mused. “She moves a little bit like a cat. Sleek. Aloof. Almost mystical.”
“I like it,” Kellan added.
“Have Sasha send her our most popular live songs to learn by Friday,” I suggested. “And we’ll go from there.”
“I was pretty frustrated up until she got here,” Kellan admitted. “They were all talented, but there was no spark, no nothing.”
“Huge yawn fest,” Tommy agreed.
“Except for Larry,” Z deadpanned. “I liked him a lot. He should be the other guy we invite back.”
I flipped him the bird.
He rumbled out a laugh. “Yeah, I know.”
“He’s not all that anyway.” Kellan shrugged. “But Devyn…” He paused, scratching his chin. “How do you think Carter knew him? Or her?”
“If she’s a her, they probably hooked up,” Z said.
“Doesn’t matter if it’s a guy or a girl,” Tommy said quietly. “Carter was PAN.”
Pansexual?
I’d thought he was bi, although I knew he leaned heavily toward women. He’d been obsessed with tits, so I’d never given much thought to his sexuality. I’d seen him make out with guys a few times, but hell, so had I. In my case, it had been more drunk curiosity than anything else because I was straight. Just a little loose and curious in my younger days, the same way I’d dabbled in drugs. Eventually I’d discovered that wasn’t for me, so I hadn’t done anything like that in years, and probably never would again. And I didn’t really think about other people’s sexuality because I didn’t care one way or the other.
In this case, though, I was fascinated by Devyn Cates.
Everything about him… her… was intriguing.
The way he looked.
Moved.
Carried himself.
And the way he played.
Fuck.
He was brilliant.
Exciting.
Talented.
If he had decent background vocals, this could potentially be epic.
We might not have been excited about replacing Carter but I finally understood why he’d given us Devyn’s name. Now we just had to figure out if he was a guy or a chick before we embarrassed ourselves.
“Twenty bucks says Devyn’s a woman,” Tommy said, pulling a twenty-dollar-bill out of his wallet.
