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will,” Johnnie said.  “I’m a musician.  I play, I write.  All the time.”
    “What do you do with it?  The new material.”
    “Take it to the band,” Johnnie said.  “Probably after the tour.  That’s when we usually decide on our next album.”
    “Why not release it on your own?”
    Johnnie looked at Peter and his lip started to curl.  “Why would I do that?”
    “If you wrote it,” Timmy said.  “If you have that much ready to go...”
    “Interview’s over,” Johnnie said.
    He stood up and moved from the table, pointing to the phone, shaking his head.
    “Wait, wait,” Peter said.  “Timmy...”
    “It’s an honest question,” Timmy said.  “Johnnie’s the front man.  The man everyone wants.  His solo album...”
    “I said the interview is over!” Johnnie boomed. 
    He hurried and grabbed the phone, terminating the call.  He tossed the phone at Peter, then kicked the table.
    “What the hell was that about?” he yelled.
    “Calm down,” Peter said.  “You know these guys.  They try to pinch your nerves.”
    “Pinch my nerves?  Give me a break, Peter.  Asking me about a solo project?”
    “I can’t help what they ask,” Peter said.  “I swear, I had no idea he was going to throw that in there.  He was going to end with asking about the next album and when the tour picks up again.”
    “Doesn’t matter now, does it?” Johnnie asked.  “You better fix this, Peter.  If he prints anything about a solo project...”
    “He won’t,” Peter said.  “I know Timmy.  He asks questions but he’s not a complete ass.”
    “Just fix it.”
    Peter stood and started scrolling through his phone.  He walked to the door and paused.  “Johnnie... I need you to relax for a little bit, okay?  I’m trying to work on a new deal with the label.  The last thing we need is to add to everything going on.”
    “Everything going on?” Johnnie asked.
    “Rick drinking.  Television broken.  Loud parties.”
    “Don’t give me that,” Johnnie said.  “The label’s going to drop us because we’re loud?”
    “I’m not saying that,” Peter said.  “What I am saying is that they’re looking for a mature, stable band.  It’s not like it was ten years ago.  You and I both know that.”
    “Go call Timmy,” Johnnie said.  “Fix that mess.”
    “Keep yours under control,” Peter said.
    He left the room and Johnnie kicked the table again.  He started to pace a few steps and then let out a growl.  Jess watched as Johnnie flipped the table, sending his notebooks scattering.  The table hit the couch and rolled the guitar to it.
    Jess stepped forward but stopped.  What could she say?  What could she do?
    Johnnie finally turned, shaking his head. 
    “I’m sorry about that,” he whispered.  “It’s just...”
    “It’s okay,” Jess said.  “Managers, right?”
    Johnnie smiled.  “Just looking at you makes me calm down.”
    “Good.  Keep looking at me.”
    “Peter isn’t a bad guy.”
    “I never said he was.”
    “He means well,” Johnnie said.  “But he’s insistent that we change.  He’s so worried about the label...”
    “It’s okay,” Jess said. 
    “No, it’s not.  Not when magazines are asking questions about me like that.”
    Johnnie sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  He moved towards Jess with speed, causing her to step back uneasily.
    “I have an idea,” he said.
    “An idea?”
    “Yeah.  This place is crammed.  I can’t go away.  I can’t do anything.  Peter is hounding me about... this side project thing.”
    Jess saw how Johnnie swallowed with regret.
    “I don’t want anymore interviews, anymore questions.  And whatever the band is doing, that’s their life, not mine.”
    “I agree,” Jess said.
    “Let’s get out of here.”
    “Okay.  Where do you want to go?  Won’t people recognize you?”
    “Here, yes.  But not where I want to go.”
    “Which is...?”
    “I’ll take you home so you can pack.