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was the list she had made earlier. She thought about getting
mad at Alex for calling and bothering her, but it was Mel ’ s own fault for not sending the
list.
She sat at the table and quickly
typed up the list on her cell. She sent it to Jon, along with any information
about each name that seemed pertinent.
Once the text was sent, Mel sought
comfort on her couch. She remembered making it halfway through the channels
before sleep took her for the night.
That night Mel had the one dream
she seemed to have almost every night. It was of her standing on a sidewalk
watching a car drive away. And if she looked into the driver ’ s side mirror, she saw the
reflection of her father. Leaving.
(8)
Jake opened his eyes and was in
bed. No, he was in a bed. He quickly sat up and looked to his left,
fearing someone else would be there. Jake feared it would be another woman. Even
worse, Jake also feared it would be Chloe. It didn ’ t seem that long ago Jake would be excited to have
Chloe in bed with him. Now it was more of a nightmare.
But the bed was empty.
Jake looked around the room and it
took him a few seconds to realize he was in a hotel bedroom. To his right was a
nightstand covered in empty beer and whiskey bottles.
“ Mack, ” Jake whispered.
That ’ s
when the night started to come back to him.
Jake threw the covers off himself
and saw that he had crashed wearing his shoes and the same clothes from
yesterday ’ s show. Not that
the band came prepared to crash at a hotel overnight. Jake stretched his neck
and he left the room.
Mack was on the couch with a hat
over his face. Luke on the other couch. Trent and Gray were nowhere to be
found, leaving Jake looking toward the second bedroom in the large hotel room.
He wondered if they shared the bed together. If so, that would make for a nice
joke within the band for some time.
Stumbling to the kitchen, Jake went
for the coffee. He stood at the counter and waited for the coffee to brew. He
rubbed his face and was surprised he didn ’ t
feel like hell. In fact, he felt okay.
The band had an amazing night
together. What started as a chance to play a few songs turned into a full blown
concert in the hotel. They played for hours upon hours, working on new riffs
and songs. Luke jotted some lyrics and before anyone could believe it, there
was a new Fallen Tuesday song on the horizon. They even ran through the new
song a couple times. Acoustically it sounded choppy, and obviously needed some
work, but it was just the magic of writing that felt great.
If there was something good to come
from this thing with Chloe it would be the inspiration that it gave Jake. He
didn ’ t have the ability to
write lyrics like Luke did, so he let the riffs speak the words his mind couldn ’ t put on paper. And it seemed to
work.
The coffeemaker let out a howl and
a few spits.
Jake poured a fresh cup of black coffee
and then noticed everyone ’ s
cell phones on the counter. Jake remembered the band making a pact of no
phones for the night. He wasn ’ t
sure how well that would go over with the guys who had women to face. Jake
realized he was technically one of those guys.
“ Oh,
hell, ” Jake whispered.
He grabbed his cell and pressed a
button to turn the screen on.
“ Forty
missed calls, ” he said.
It didn ’ t shock him that all but two were from Chloe. The
other two were from Frank.
There were twelve voicemails. One
from Frank in the middle of Chloe's eleven. The messages were pathetic. They
started out so happy, Chloe saying she missed Jake and couldn ’ t wait for him to get home. The
final message put it all into perspective. Chloe was obviously crying. She made
comments about Jake being a rockstar and enjoying his night with groupies. She
then had the nerve to end it by saying, “ I ’ ll just be your pregnant wife.
Home, alone, waiting. I guess it ’ s
all I can do. ”
Just like that Jake ’ s mood sank into the toilet.
Luke popped up from the couch
mad at Alex for calling and bothering her, but it was Mel ’ s own fault for not sending the
list.
She sat at the table and quickly
typed up the list on her cell. She sent it to Jon, along with any information
about each name that seemed pertinent.
Once the text was sent, Mel sought
comfort on her couch. She remembered making it halfway through the channels
before sleep took her for the night.
That night Mel had the one dream
she seemed to have almost every night. It was of her standing on a sidewalk
watching a car drive away. And if she looked into the driver ’ s side mirror, she saw the
reflection of her father. Leaving.
(8)
Jake opened his eyes and was in
bed. No, he was in a bed. He quickly sat up and looked to his left,
fearing someone else would be there. Jake feared it would be another woman. Even
worse, Jake also feared it would be Chloe. It didn ’ t seem that long ago Jake would be excited to have
Chloe in bed with him. Now it was more of a nightmare.
But the bed was empty.
Jake looked around the room and it
took him a few seconds to realize he was in a hotel bedroom. To his right was a
nightstand covered in empty beer and whiskey bottles.
“ Mack, ” Jake whispered.
That ’ s
when the night started to come back to him.
Jake threw the covers off himself
and saw that he had crashed wearing his shoes and the same clothes from
yesterday ’ s show. Not that
the band came prepared to crash at a hotel overnight. Jake stretched his neck
and he left the room.
Mack was on the couch with a hat
over his face. Luke on the other couch. Trent and Gray were nowhere to be
found, leaving Jake looking toward the second bedroom in the large hotel room.
He wondered if they shared the bed together. If so, that would make for a nice
joke within the band for some time.
Stumbling to the kitchen, Jake went
for the coffee. He stood at the counter and waited for the coffee to brew. He
rubbed his face and was surprised he didn ’ t
feel like hell. In fact, he felt okay.
The band had an amazing night
together. What started as a chance to play a few songs turned into a full blown
concert in the hotel. They played for hours upon hours, working on new riffs
and songs. Luke jotted some lyrics and before anyone could believe it, there
was a new Fallen Tuesday song on the horizon. They even ran through the new
song a couple times. Acoustically it sounded choppy, and obviously needed some
work, but it was just the magic of writing that felt great.
If there was something good to come
from this thing with Chloe it would be the inspiration that it gave Jake. He
didn ’ t have the ability to
write lyrics like Luke did, so he let the riffs speak the words his mind couldn ’ t put on paper. And it seemed to
work.
The coffeemaker let out a howl and
a few spits.
Jake poured a fresh cup of black coffee
and then noticed everyone ’ s
cell phones on the counter. Jake remembered the band making a pact of no
phones for the night. He wasn ’ t
sure how well that would go over with the guys who had women to face. Jake
realized he was technically one of those guys.
“ Oh,
hell, ” Jake whispered.
He grabbed his cell and pressed a
button to turn the screen on.
“ Forty
missed calls, ” he said.
It didn ’ t shock him that all but two were from Chloe. The
other two were from Frank.
There were twelve voicemails. One
from Frank in the middle of Chloe's eleven. The messages were pathetic. They
started out so happy, Chloe saying she missed Jake and couldn ’ t wait for him to get home. The
final message put it all into perspective. Chloe was obviously crying. She made
comments about Jake being a rockstar and enjoying his night with groupies. She
then had the nerve to end it by saying, “ I ’ ll just be your pregnant wife.
Home, alone, waiting. I guess it ’ s
all I can do. ”
Just like that Jake ’ s mood sank into the toilet.
Luke popped up from the couch
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