Interview with Graham Allen
“Hi! So excited, I’m here today with Graham Allen, the bass player for the band you all are waiting patiently for to go on, so I’ll be quick! Say Hi, Graham.” OMG, he’s so hot in person!
“Yep, you heard it, that sexy-awesome voice. Not that we don’t love Myles’ voice, but we looove when you sing as well. Will there be more songs you do lead locals on?”
“Okay, you heard it here first! So, tell me Graham, what’s your favorite song right now?”
“Humming Bird by Alex Clare.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet! I love that song. Does it remind you of someone?”
“Care to elaborate?”
Okay, he’s a little intimidating. I smile but he doesn’t smile back. “So, tell us something we don’t know about you.”
“I hate interviews.”
I laugh nervously. “I think I could’ve guessed that. I heard you’re a car fanatic. If you could drive any car, what would it be?”
“A Smart car,” he deadpans.
I blink. “Really?”
I burst out laughing. “Good one. But seriously, what car would be your ideal ride?”
“The one I drive.”
“71 ‘Cuda 440 6-pack.”
“You have a six pack?” I had to ask! He’s so muscular.
He crosses his arms and stares at me.
“Um, sorry. Okay, so what color is your car?”
Sexy. “What’s it like working with Myles?” That’s the lead singer and guitarist for all you newbies out there.
“Wow, that’s heavy.” Inspiration strikes. “What would Myles say it’s like working with you?”
“Irritating.” A ghost of a smile touches the corner of his mouth.
I think I might faint. He’s that hot. If, you know, you go for that whole tattooed, rocker, bad boy, thing—just saying. I smile because it’s impossible not to. “I’ll have to ask him about that.” With a surge of confidence, I wink.
“You do that.” The smile, lazy, practiced, kicks up a notch and now I know I’m going to faint.
“Oh, that’s just not fair.”
His only answer is to hold the half smile of amusement and incline his head once like he knows exactly the effect he has on women.
“Okay, one more question, because I know you all are about to go on. Who’s been your single greatest influence, musically, or otherwise?” I hold my breath, because for some reason, I think he’s about to surprise the crap out of me.
“That’s a personal question.”
“It is.” I don’t blink.
He maintains eye contact.
“I don’t answer personal questions. I protect the people who are close to me.”
Wow. So sweet. “I think I just fell in love.”
This time, the smile hits both sides of his face. “You’re too late, sweetheart.” Then he strides out of the room like he owns the place.