kind of grief that would make a person act like that but having lost your entire family could push a person to the limit.
“Walls were punched in, some were ripped off completely. Carpet ripped out, tossed onto the pile that was already high with the furniture. The only room that remained intact was his asshole brother's room. Personally I would have started with that room but not Fraser. No one was allowed to touch it. Even when Jerry got people in to fix the mess he'd made, they still weren't allowed to go in there. Eden helped him.” he sighed wearily, lifting from my body.
“He changed that room from a nightmare into a room for Sahara. Then when Hudson was born he set about making the yard better for them. Eden calls it therapy and I think she's right.”
I nodded and hugged him again, thinking that I might have misjudged Eden.
Chapter Twelve
We had discussed it, over and over again as we drove to this clubhouse, whatever that was. Evan drove as I read out the relevant part of the script. At the end of the ten minute trip we had decided it wasn't as bad as what we had made it out to be.
The hope was that it would be a romantic scene, done with reasonable taste. I noted that Devlin's stock standard virtue clause was in there. It was the one that I maintained my morals and that the director would ensure that there would be nothing untoward happen within the film that would jeopardize my public persona. That was Devlin's way of saying I had to have clothes on under the sheets and the most that anyone would see would be some hot and heavy kissing.
The key to this scene working was the illusion that something was happening, inferring that this couple got down and dirty but never actually showing it.
Evan couldn't understand why they would want him to do the male lead. He thought it was all because of me, that they wanted me and they had to 'put up with' him. He wasn't overly impressed but was swayed somewhat by the thoughts of getting the entire soundtrack for the band. That he did like.
The clubhouse was a converted warehouse that the band used as a headquarters of sorts. It turns out that Eden is in fact the personal assistant to the band, she'd been with them for four years now and in that time had done a fair amount of things.
She'd straightened Fraser's life out, got him into therapy and helped him deal with the negativity regarding the past. Evan said that everyone else who had tried had failed. Their manager Jerry had been making appointments for Fraser for years, which Fraser would conveniently forget about. He tried to deliver him personally to the appointments but was met with excuses. What finally convinced him was the love of a good woman and a child that needed a stable father.
We walked into the shadows of the warehouse, to the right of the doors was a vast and empty area. Evan led me past the stage to a set of doors. I glanced up to the glass wall above us, we were being watched. I could hear the sounds of children, a lot of children.
I hadn't done much research into Evan or the band. There were five male members, they'd been friends for years. They were from Vegas and refused to move anywhere else. That was the grand total of my knowledge.
We walked up the stairs, a young man passing us with a nod.
“Hey Nate, this is Harmony.”
“Hi.” he grinned and turned onto the next set of stairs.
“Nate is Jerry's son. He's a whiz at the mixing board.”
“And he's better than Brad too.”
“Unlikely.”
I turned to the sound of another male, following Nate's path.
“Brad, Harmony. Jerry's other son.”
“Hey.” he nodded with a grin.
They were pretty much the same in the smile department, it could have a girl swooning. The two brothers didn't look the same. One had black hair the other brown. One was a narrow build the other had a built frame like Evan.
“Hey Kaylee.”
I hadn't even had a chance to move, yet I was faced with another person. She was really young, dark auburn hair
“Walls were punched in, some were ripped off completely. Carpet ripped out, tossed onto the pile that was already high with the furniture. The only room that remained intact was his asshole brother's room. Personally I would have started with that room but not Fraser. No one was allowed to touch it. Even when Jerry got people in to fix the mess he'd made, they still weren't allowed to go in there. Eden helped him.” he sighed wearily, lifting from my body.
“He changed that room from a nightmare into a room for Sahara. Then when Hudson was born he set about making the yard better for them. Eden calls it therapy and I think she's right.”
I nodded and hugged him again, thinking that I might have misjudged Eden.
Chapter Twelve
We had discussed it, over and over again as we drove to this clubhouse, whatever that was. Evan drove as I read out the relevant part of the script. At the end of the ten minute trip we had decided it wasn't as bad as what we had made it out to be.
The hope was that it would be a romantic scene, done with reasonable taste. I noted that Devlin's stock standard virtue clause was in there. It was the one that I maintained my morals and that the director would ensure that there would be nothing untoward happen within the film that would jeopardize my public persona. That was Devlin's way of saying I had to have clothes on under the sheets and the most that anyone would see would be some hot and heavy kissing.
The key to this scene working was the illusion that something was happening, inferring that this couple got down and dirty but never actually showing it.
Evan couldn't understand why they would want him to do the male lead. He thought it was all because of me, that they wanted me and they had to 'put up with' him. He wasn't overly impressed but was swayed somewhat by the thoughts of getting the entire soundtrack for the band. That he did like.
The clubhouse was a converted warehouse that the band used as a headquarters of sorts. It turns out that Eden is in fact the personal assistant to the band, she'd been with them for four years now and in that time had done a fair amount of things.
She'd straightened Fraser's life out, got him into therapy and helped him deal with the negativity regarding the past. Evan said that everyone else who had tried had failed. Their manager Jerry had been making appointments for Fraser for years, which Fraser would conveniently forget about. He tried to deliver him personally to the appointments but was met with excuses. What finally convinced him was the love of a good woman and a child that needed a stable father.
We walked into the shadows of the warehouse, to the right of the doors was a vast and empty area. Evan led me past the stage to a set of doors. I glanced up to the glass wall above us, we were being watched. I could hear the sounds of children, a lot of children.
I hadn't done much research into Evan or the band. There were five male members, they'd been friends for years. They were from Vegas and refused to move anywhere else. That was the grand total of my knowledge.
We walked up the stairs, a young man passing us with a nod.
“Hey Nate, this is Harmony.”
“Hi.” he grinned and turned onto the next set of stairs.
“Nate is Jerry's son. He's a whiz at the mixing board.”
“And he's better than Brad too.”
“Unlikely.”
I turned to the sound of another male, following Nate's path.
“Brad, Harmony. Jerry's other son.”
“Hey.” he nodded with a grin.
They were pretty much the same in the smile department, it could have a girl swooning. The two brothers didn't look the same. One had black hair the other brown. One was a narrow build the other had a built frame like Evan.
“Hey Kaylee.”
I hadn't even had a chance to move, yet I was faced with another person. She was really young, dark auburn hair
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