for finals, she developed a giddy feeling that was still gripping her when she went to bed. Dylan assumed that it was the last time she would hear from him, but Kai video chatted with her for the entirety of her vacation. Their talks continued on the same trajectory. They started with school or the film project but usually ended in more personal conversation about favorite movies or music. Thanks to Taylor, she discovered that the incident at her school had ended up on a celebrity gossip website with another Kamikaze Kai headline, and she was glad that her parents thought the Internet existed only for checking email and forwarding Aunt Mabel’s pictures of her knitting group. They might’ve had second thoughts about letting her spend several weeks with him, which was a situation that already seemed as fragile as a floating soap bubble.
By the time she returned to school, the job was less susceptible to vanishing now that her parents seemed to understand that the job was important, and why she didn’t want to come home again. She would miss Christmas and her twenty-first birthday with her family. It might’ve felt like abandonment, but she wasn’t just accepting the job for herself, this was for Mac, too. Part of keeping his memory alive meant putting several other aspects of her life on hold so that she could completely focus on seeing her dreams through. She was alive; he wasn’t. It was the least she could do.
Kate clicked through the list of recorded shows on Winslow’s DVR. She was the only one who had cable, but 90% of the shows on the DVR were Kate’s. She stopped on Behind The Music: Jeremy Bunyan. She selected it and fast-forwarded through most of the show. “I recorded this ‘cause it aired, like, a week after the fight. Okay, I wanted you to see this part,” she said to Dylan when she clicked play. They were both sitting in Winslow’s living room. They had moved into her apartment because the three of them would not see each other after finals until the following semester, and their particular study habits would’ve made their roommates homicidal. Before Kate put the TV on, fiery Latin music had been shaking the walls of the place.
A still image appeared on screen of the four members of Evernight, with Kai and Jeremy in the middle smiling, arms over each other’s shoulders, on stage presenting an award. “Shortly after their appearance at the MTV EMAs, Evernight announced that guitarist Kai White was leaving the group,” the narrator’s ominous voice said. The scene transitioned to a flood of photographers descending upon Jeremy as he exited a hotel in the days after the announcement. They were shooting questions at him as he was rushed toward a dark SUV.
“Have you spoken to Kai? ” one of them shouted. “What’s going to happen with Evernight? Will you be leaving the group too? Does Kai plan to go solo?”
Jeremy froze before entering the backseat of the vehicle, bracing his hand against the outside edge. His face was pale and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. “My best friend just left my band. Hasn’t been a great few days. Sorry, guys.” Jeremy climbed into the car without another word.
“Within a year of White’s departure, Evernight completely disbanded without releasing another album, ” the narrator said, picking up the story again. “The rumors of internal discord that had plagued the group for almost a year had finally proven true.”
A female writer for a music magazine materialized on screen. “Kai White’s exit was like yanking the rug out from under Evernight, maybe even like pulling the cornerstone away. Jeremy may have been the voice and the face, but Kai, as young as he was, was the songwriter and sometime producer behind the first and second albums. He shaped their sound and producers wanted to work with the band because of what he was doing for the group musically. Between the first and second albums, he had negotiated a higher than normal royalty rate
By the time she returned to school, the job was less susceptible to vanishing now that her parents seemed to understand that the job was important, and why she didn’t want to come home again. She would miss Christmas and her twenty-first birthday with her family. It might’ve felt like abandonment, but she wasn’t just accepting the job for herself, this was for Mac, too. Part of keeping his memory alive meant putting several other aspects of her life on hold so that she could completely focus on seeing her dreams through. She was alive; he wasn’t. It was the least she could do.
Kate clicked through the list of recorded shows on Winslow’s DVR. She was the only one who had cable, but 90% of the shows on the DVR were Kate’s. She stopped on Behind The Music: Jeremy Bunyan. She selected it and fast-forwarded through most of the show. “I recorded this ‘cause it aired, like, a week after the fight. Okay, I wanted you to see this part,” she said to Dylan when she clicked play. They were both sitting in Winslow’s living room. They had moved into her apartment because the three of them would not see each other after finals until the following semester, and their particular study habits would’ve made their roommates homicidal. Before Kate put the TV on, fiery Latin music had been shaking the walls of the place.
A still image appeared on screen of the four members of Evernight, with Kai and Jeremy in the middle smiling, arms over each other’s shoulders, on stage presenting an award. “Shortly after their appearance at the MTV EMAs, Evernight announced that guitarist Kai White was leaving the group,” the narrator’s ominous voice said. The scene transitioned to a flood of photographers descending upon Jeremy as he exited a hotel in the days after the announcement. They were shooting questions at him as he was rushed toward a dark SUV.
“Have you spoken to Kai? ” one of them shouted. “What’s going to happen with Evernight? Will you be leaving the group too? Does Kai plan to go solo?”
Jeremy froze before entering the backseat of the vehicle, bracing his hand against the outside edge. His face was pale and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. “My best friend just left my band. Hasn’t been a great few days. Sorry, guys.” Jeremy climbed into the car without another word.
“Within a year of White’s departure, Evernight completely disbanded without releasing another album, ” the narrator said, picking up the story again. “The rumors of internal discord that had plagued the group for almost a year had finally proven true.”
A female writer for a music magazine materialized on screen. “Kai White’s exit was like yanking the rug out from under Evernight, maybe even like pulling the cornerstone away. Jeremy may have been the voice and the face, but Kai, as young as he was, was the songwriter and sometime producer behind the first and second albums. He shaped their sound and producers wanted to work with the band because of what he was doing for the group musically. Between the first and second albums, he had negotiated a higher than normal royalty rate
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