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Authors: Ellen Callahan
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talk to. Certainly not any of the girls that Sloane was trying to hook me up with. My father was too busy with some big work project. There was no one. So I wrote that song.
She recognized it immediately. “I love that one. It’s actually my favorite.”
“Yeah?” I asked. I played part of the chorus and hummed along. “I would have guessed your favorite would be off of the first album.” I winked. “You know, before I was cool.”
“No,” she said. She pulled her camera from the floor and fiddled with the lens. “I’m not one of those types of fans. I think you just keep getting better.”
Deposited by an icy wind
I make my mark
Note that I was here and know
That no one else knows
Where here is
I sang the lyrics. A dreamy look crossed Cadence’s face, making my chest tight.
“I wish I could play it,” she said, “I took guitar lessons for a little while, but I was never very good.”
“Wish I had time to teach you,” I said, then mentally cursed myself for letting that slip. “It’s a little hard for beginners, anyway.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhm. Too many bends.”
Her brow wrinkled. “What’s that?”
“Your lessons couldn’t have gotten very far if you don’t know that term,” I said with a smirk. “It’s when you bend the string to change the note.” I demonstrated—first with one single note, then with a flurry of them. “Gotta have agile fingers.”
She blushed.
My phone buzzed again. Then hers rang. She jerked as if startled. “That’s weird,” she muttered, “No one would be looking for me this early.”
“Something must be wrong,” I said, finally concerned. I put down the guitar and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
I ignored the voicemails and scrolled through my texts. There was one from Kelly that started off with a few choice curse words so I skipped it. I scrolled past a few from the band and crew and settled on Sloane’s.
Call me!!! [Sun 07:30]
Just those two words, plus a link to the local paper. I clicked on it.
“What the fuck…” I quickly scanned the article. Cadence cursed from her spot on the bed, just as confused as I was.
Words jumped out at me. “Impromptu marriage,” “secret affair,” “Glenn Sonder’s new wife,” “hotel sex romp,” “stepsiblings.” Stepsiblings?
I dropped the phone, flinging it away as if it burned my hand. The room spun and my stomach roiled as if I’d been struck in the gut. “What the fuck is this?!” Slack-jawed, my eyes sought Cadence just as her camera hit the floor. She looked up from own her phone, her eyes as wide as they would go.
“What the fuck?” I asked her again. Her mouth flapped uselessly. “You’re my stepsister?!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cadence
Teary-eyed, confused, and humiliated, I fled Keir’s hotel room with my heels in my hand and my dress barely zippered up the back.
It was supposed to be so simple. So easy. A typical story of girl meets rock star, has an amazing night or two, moves on. Nothing special.
ROCK STAR STEPSISTER SCANDAL. How was this even possible? SONDER & SIS SEX ROMP. One headline after another. SLEEPING WITH HIS STEP?!
I was thrown into this bizarre reality so quickly, so harshly, that my head was spinning. I couldn’t remember what day it was.
How had this happened?
It took only a minute of investigating to figure it out. My mother had married his father in a secret ceremony. One that I wasn’t even aware of. I didn’t even know that she’d been dating. To be fair, she was always dating, so that fact in itself wasn’t much of a shock. Even the surprise marriage wasn’t that far-fetched when it came to her.
But to Keir’s father, of all people? How? Why? Why? Keir had been just as bewildered as I felt at discovering the news. He’d shouted at me. He accused me of scheming, as if I’d somehow planned the whole wretched affair. Then he dialed a number on his phone and turned his back on me to shout at someone else.
I fled
She recognized it immediately. “I love that one. It’s actually my favorite.”
“Yeah?” I asked. I played part of the chorus and hummed along. “I would have guessed your favorite would be off of the first album.” I winked. “You know, before I was cool.”
“No,” she said. She pulled her camera from the floor and fiddled with the lens. “I’m not one of those types of fans. I think you just keep getting better.”
Deposited by an icy wind
I make my mark
Note that I was here and know
That no one else knows
Where here is
I sang the lyrics. A dreamy look crossed Cadence’s face, making my chest tight.
“I wish I could play it,” she said, “I took guitar lessons for a little while, but I was never very good.”
“Wish I had time to teach you,” I said, then mentally cursed myself for letting that slip. “It’s a little hard for beginners, anyway.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhm. Too many bends.”
Her brow wrinkled. “What’s that?”
“Your lessons couldn’t have gotten very far if you don’t know that term,” I said with a smirk. “It’s when you bend the string to change the note.” I demonstrated—first with one single note, then with a flurry of them. “Gotta have agile fingers.”
She blushed.
My phone buzzed again. Then hers rang. She jerked as if startled. “That’s weird,” she muttered, “No one would be looking for me this early.”
“Something must be wrong,” I said, finally concerned. I put down the guitar and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
I ignored the voicemails and scrolled through my texts. There was one from Kelly that started off with a few choice curse words so I skipped it. I scrolled past a few from the band and crew and settled on Sloane’s.
Call me!!! [Sun 07:30]
Just those two words, plus a link to the local paper. I clicked on it.
“What the fuck…” I quickly scanned the article. Cadence cursed from her spot on the bed, just as confused as I was.
Words jumped out at me. “Impromptu marriage,” “secret affair,” “Glenn Sonder’s new wife,” “hotel sex romp,” “stepsiblings.” Stepsiblings?
I dropped the phone, flinging it away as if it burned my hand. The room spun and my stomach roiled as if I’d been struck in the gut. “What the fuck is this?!” Slack-jawed, my eyes sought Cadence just as her camera hit the floor. She looked up from own her phone, her eyes as wide as they would go.
“What the fuck?” I asked her again. Her mouth flapped uselessly. “You’re my stepsister?!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cadence
Teary-eyed, confused, and humiliated, I fled Keir’s hotel room with my heels in my hand and my dress barely zippered up the back.
It was supposed to be so simple. So easy. A typical story of girl meets rock star, has an amazing night or two, moves on. Nothing special.
ROCK STAR STEPSISTER SCANDAL. How was this even possible? SONDER & SIS SEX ROMP. One headline after another. SLEEPING WITH HIS STEP?!
I was thrown into this bizarre reality so quickly, so harshly, that my head was spinning. I couldn’t remember what day it was.
How had this happened?
It took only a minute of investigating to figure it out. My mother had married his father in a secret ceremony. One that I wasn’t even aware of. I didn’t even know that she’d been dating. To be fair, she was always dating, so that fact in itself wasn’t much of a shock. Even the surprise marriage wasn’t that far-fetched when it came to her.
But to Keir’s father, of all people? How? Why? Why? Keir had been just as bewildered as I felt at discovering the news. He’d shouted at me. He accused me of scheming, as if I’d somehow planned the whole wretched affair. Then he dialed a number on his phone and turned his back on me to shout at someone else.
I fled
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