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Authors: TJ West
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years ago, I think?"
"Melody,” June lightly gasps. “Geez, that's a long time."
I breathe out and nod. "Yep."
"Have you thought about just singing?"
I laugh with no humor to follow. "Many times."
"My suggestion still stands. I'd be honored to hear you sing, if you ever feel you want to try to get back into it. No pressure. I promise."
I totally believe June. She is genuinely sincere and really means what she is saying. Could this be it? Could this be my chance at getting my dream back? Right in front of me is a woman who owns her own music label. She’s the real deal and wants to hear me sing. ME. I am so scared, but I give her an answer anyways. "I'll think about it." That’s all I can say for now. It’s a lot to take in. Plus I really do need to think long and hard about her request. It’s an old wound that I’m not so sure is ready to be worked on again. Only time will tell.
“SHIT, MAN, WE’VE BEEN GOING nonstop ever since we got home from touring. I am fucking beat,” I exasperate. We had a ton of publicity shoots today. One of them was going to Miramar Military Base. We put on a small concert for the families that live on base. It was awesome, and we had a blast doing it for them. After the concert we had a signing with the fans and a few interviews with the local news. Before that we were at the studio working on some new material.
Slim and I walk into our new home we bought together just recently, in Point Loma. One story house with three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a large den, full on max kitchen with all the stainless steel appliances, quartz counters, amazing living room, and an awesome backyard. We’re only four blocks from the beach, which pretty much sealed the deal for the two of us. At first we thought about not owning a home together, but since we’re on the road a lot, what is the use of two homes when no one is living there half the time? Plus we dig being roomies. I’m sure someday we’ll live separately, but for now it works. We have barely unpacked yet, but at least we have installed our big flat screen TV and mounted it on the wall and and got our video game system set up. We even have a new set of black leather recliners and a couch. Nothing like the smell of new leather.
I kick off my shoes, then lay on the couch, exhausted.
“I hear ya bro. Need a beer?” Slim asks.
I toss the beanie from my head, onto the floor and close my eyes. “That and a good lay,” I breathe out, crossing my arms over my chest. Before we walked into the house I texted Melody letting her know I was home. Seeing her today, after the shitty way she treated me the other day, got me riled up for her again. I was definitely not happy with her attitude, how she shut down and made me feel like an asshole. Yet, I’m not one to let things get to me for too long. Something is going on with her and I, for some odd reason, want to be the one to help her. I’m loving my attraction for her; my feelings run really deep, yet at the same time she drives me crazy.
“Speaking of. You serious about Harmony’s sister? Never thought you’d actually be tied by the dick to anyone.”
“Don’t know, Slim.” He taps me on the shoulder with my beer. “Thanks.” I take the beer and sit up. Slim settles himself onto one of the recliners and pops up the chair to rest his feet. I take a guzzle of my beer. “Don’t know what it is about her. She keeps me on my toes - a challenge. I like it. But then again, she frustrates me.”
“Part of the challenge, I guess?”
“Maybe,” I shrug. “Never saw myself falling for anyone this quickly so early in our career, though. I wanted to have years of fun before I thought about getting serious.”
“Seems to be working for Lucky and Faith. Now Danny and Harmony.” Lucky is our lead singer in the band. He and Faith have a huge history between the two of them. They were an item many years ago; she came from a wealthy family, a father who was a total douchebag. He owned a
"Melody,” June lightly gasps. “Geez, that's a long time."
I breathe out and nod. "Yep."
"Have you thought about just singing?"
I laugh with no humor to follow. "Many times."
"My suggestion still stands. I'd be honored to hear you sing, if you ever feel you want to try to get back into it. No pressure. I promise."
I totally believe June. She is genuinely sincere and really means what she is saying. Could this be it? Could this be my chance at getting my dream back? Right in front of me is a woman who owns her own music label. She’s the real deal and wants to hear me sing. ME. I am so scared, but I give her an answer anyways. "I'll think about it." That’s all I can say for now. It’s a lot to take in. Plus I really do need to think long and hard about her request. It’s an old wound that I’m not so sure is ready to be worked on again. Only time will tell.
“SHIT, MAN, WE’VE BEEN GOING nonstop ever since we got home from touring. I am fucking beat,” I exasperate. We had a ton of publicity shoots today. One of them was going to Miramar Military Base. We put on a small concert for the families that live on base. It was awesome, and we had a blast doing it for them. After the concert we had a signing with the fans and a few interviews with the local news. Before that we were at the studio working on some new material.
Slim and I walk into our new home we bought together just recently, in Point Loma. One story house with three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a large den, full on max kitchen with all the stainless steel appliances, quartz counters, amazing living room, and an awesome backyard. We’re only four blocks from the beach, which pretty much sealed the deal for the two of us. At first we thought about not owning a home together, but since we’re on the road a lot, what is the use of two homes when no one is living there half the time? Plus we dig being roomies. I’m sure someday we’ll live separately, but for now it works. We have barely unpacked yet, but at least we have installed our big flat screen TV and mounted it on the wall and and got our video game system set up. We even have a new set of black leather recliners and a couch. Nothing like the smell of new leather.
I kick off my shoes, then lay on the couch, exhausted.
“I hear ya bro. Need a beer?” Slim asks.
I toss the beanie from my head, onto the floor and close my eyes. “That and a good lay,” I breathe out, crossing my arms over my chest. Before we walked into the house I texted Melody letting her know I was home. Seeing her today, after the shitty way she treated me the other day, got me riled up for her again. I was definitely not happy with her attitude, how she shut down and made me feel like an asshole. Yet, I’m not one to let things get to me for too long. Something is going on with her and I, for some odd reason, want to be the one to help her. I’m loving my attraction for her; my feelings run really deep, yet at the same time she drives me crazy.
“Speaking of. You serious about Harmony’s sister? Never thought you’d actually be tied by the dick to anyone.”
“Don’t know, Slim.” He taps me on the shoulder with my beer. “Thanks.” I take the beer and sit up. Slim settles himself onto one of the recliners and pops up the chair to rest his feet. I take a guzzle of my beer. “Don’t know what it is about her. She keeps me on my toes - a challenge. I like it. But then again, she frustrates me.”
“Part of the challenge, I guess?”
“Maybe,” I shrug. “Never saw myself falling for anyone this quickly so early in our career, though. I wanted to have years of fun before I thought about getting serious.”
“Seems to be working for Lucky and Faith. Now Danny and Harmony.” Lucky is our lead singer in the band. He and Faith have a huge history between the two of them. They were an item many years ago; she came from a wealthy family, a father who was a total douchebag. He owned a
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