relax.
“I did it on a whim and I wish I hadn’t, but it’s too late to turn back now.”
“Hey, it’s never too late. I’m slowly learning that myself. Life seems to be a constant one step forward two steps back ordeal, or at least in my case it is. You’ll get back on your feet in no time and look back and laugh on this awkward conversation,” I teased. There wasn’t even a hint of a smile; if anything, she looked even sadder. I wanted to know what was making her so sad.
Wracking my already racing brain, I wondered if I could get her a job at the airfield working with Tim, Aubrey’s dad , since business had been picking up in recent months. At the very least, it couldn’t hurt to try. She didn’t belong popping bottles for a bunch of drunks who would eat her alive.
“I might be able to help you find something. I have some connections around here that might suit you better. Besides, then you don’t have to go home smelling like booze and burger grease.”
Her entire face lit up, showing off her perfect smile. “Really? You’d do that for me? You don’t even know me.”
Hell, I’d hire her to come sit and watch TV with me at this point just to see her smile more. I felt that black, dead thing that they call a heart even let out a little pitter-patter.
“Sure. I’ll make some calls tomorrow. Would you mind meeting me for dinner tomorrow night so we can discuss any prospects?”
Glancing at the bar, she looked hesitant for a moment and shrugged slightly. “I guess that would be okay, as long as it’s not a n inconvenience for you.”
“I’ll get us a table at Napoleon’s tomorrow for seven. It’s a couple blocks from here on the right,” I said, taking a step back from her.
“Thank you, Derek. I really appreciate it. You have no idea. If you can work something out, I will owe you big time.”
With that, I turned, more carefully this time, and made my way to my car. It’s amazing how doing something selfless can make you feel like you’re on top of the world. I had no intention of corrupting her, which was why I didn’t take her phone number and left in a hurry. Now I had to see if I could find her something that could make her money.
The next morning, I called Tim first thing. Unfortunately, even with the company doing well, he didn’t have room for another hand, which brought me back to square one. Hurrying through my shower, I made it down to practice with only minutes to spare.
“Somebody’s in a rush this morning,” Blake teased.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Cocking an eyebrow at me, he laughed. “What’s going on with you that you’re walking around like a lunatic on meth?”
“Nothing,” I said, hoping to blow him off. I already knew it wasn’t going to work. Blake was one of those people who liked answers and would be a pain in the ass until he got them, much like his sister. I knew I was saved when Jake came in looking like he was about to break something. He seldom got angry, but when he did it was balls to the motherfucking wall angry.
“I swear to God , that spineless piece of shit over at our record label is going to make me go away for ten years. They don’t want us to play the benefit and they pulled the opening act that I wanted, so now we’re back at square one.” He tossed one of my drumsticks across the studio, causing it to crash against the wall with a loud thud before falling to the floor.
“We’ll figure it out,” Kevin said calmly. He was always the rational one when it came to stuff like this. Sometimes it made me wonder what was actually going on inside that head of his.
“Let’s just get this over with so I can figure out what we’re going to do.”
With that, we threw ourselves into practicing. We had a couple new songs in the works for an album that we were supposed to start recording in the near future. Which also meant another tour, and back to the hectic grind again. Luckily, albums take a long time,
“I did it on a whim and I wish I hadn’t, but it’s too late to turn back now.”
“Hey, it’s never too late. I’m slowly learning that myself. Life seems to be a constant one step forward two steps back ordeal, or at least in my case it is. You’ll get back on your feet in no time and look back and laugh on this awkward conversation,” I teased. There wasn’t even a hint of a smile; if anything, she looked even sadder. I wanted to know what was making her so sad.
Wracking my already racing brain, I wondered if I could get her a job at the airfield working with Tim, Aubrey’s dad , since business had been picking up in recent months. At the very least, it couldn’t hurt to try. She didn’t belong popping bottles for a bunch of drunks who would eat her alive.
“I might be able to help you find something. I have some connections around here that might suit you better. Besides, then you don’t have to go home smelling like booze and burger grease.”
Her entire face lit up, showing off her perfect smile. “Really? You’d do that for me? You don’t even know me.”
Hell, I’d hire her to come sit and watch TV with me at this point just to see her smile more. I felt that black, dead thing that they call a heart even let out a little pitter-patter.
“Sure. I’ll make some calls tomorrow. Would you mind meeting me for dinner tomorrow night so we can discuss any prospects?”
Glancing at the bar, she looked hesitant for a moment and shrugged slightly. “I guess that would be okay, as long as it’s not a n inconvenience for you.”
“I’ll get us a table at Napoleon’s tomorrow for seven. It’s a couple blocks from here on the right,” I said, taking a step back from her.
“Thank you, Derek. I really appreciate it. You have no idea. If you can work something out, I will owe you big time.”
With that, I turned, more carefully this time, and made my way to my car. It’s amazing how doing something selfless can make you feel like you’re on top of the world. I had no intention of corrupting her, which was why I didn’t take her phone number and left in a hurry. Now I had to see if I could find her something that could make her money.
The next morning, I called Tim first thing. Unfortunately, even with the company doing well, he didn’t have room for another hand, which brought me back to square one. Hurrying through my shower, I made it down to practice with only minutes to spare.
“Somebody’s in a rush this morning,” Blake teased.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Cocking an eyebrow at me, he laughed. “What’s going on with you that you’re walking around like a lunatic on meth?”
“Nothing,” I said, hoping to blow him off. I already knew it wasn’t going to work. Blake was one of those people who liked answers and would be a pain in the ass until he got them, much like his sister. I knew I was saved when Jake came in looking like he was about to break something. He seldom got angry, but when he did it was balls to the motherfucking wall angry.
“I swear to God , that spineless piece of shit over at our record label is going to make me go away for ten years. They don’t want us to play the benefit and they pulled the opening act that I wanted, so now we’re back at square one.” He tossed one of my drumsticks across the studio, causing it to crash against the wall with a loud thud before falling to the floor.
“We’ll figure it out,” Kevin said calmly. He was always the rational one when it came to stuff like this. Sometimes it made me wonder what was actually going on inside that head of his.
“Let’s just get this over with so I can figure out what we’re going to do.”
With that, we threw ourselves into practicing. We had a couple new songs in the works for an album that we were supposed to start recording in the near future. Which also meant another tour, and back to the hectic grind again. Luckily, albums take a long time,
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