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Authors: SJD Peterson, S.A. McAuley
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honesty that comes from a sweet spot on a drunken night.
“We’re not blaming you for that, Josh,” Ritchie inserted into the conversation. “But we’re going to need more help from you.”
“Are we here to do an interview or give shit to the kid straight out of college who was just thrown into a snake pit by his boss?” Evin piped up.
That shut everyone up right quick.
Damn, so the newbie did have balls. “Glad your testicles have finally descended,” Miah approved.
Evin ducked his head and chuckled as Ritchie gave a proud papa grin and knocked a shoulder against his.
Finn continued to pick out notes, an arrangement Miah didn’t recognize. He’d have to ask Evin later if he did recognize it since he was no good at the name-that-guitar-solo game and Finn was loath to share any of his new work until it was near perfection. Ritchie had tuned Finn’s background soundtrack out in favor of the waffle cookies in front of him, but Evin had his head cocked in Finn’s direction and was stealing glances—watching Finn’s fingering—when the conversation was uninteresting. Which, it apparently had been up until ten seconds ago.
The door clicked open and Sid entered the room, his face flushed and eyes bright. Sid wore success like a second skin; maybe he had more promise than Miah had given him credit for.
Sid leaned against the wall by the door and slid his phone into his pocket. “You’ll have major promo ops set up in Paris, Milan, and Madrid.”
“Was that so hard?” Miah replied with a sweet smile.
Sid’s effort to restrain a smile was more than enough of an answer. “So what do we have going on in here? All set for the interview?”
All eyes went to Josh, whose mouth opened and closed a few times before his neurons fired and caught up to the fact that they were going to let him do his job. “Yeah, they’re all fine.”
“Of course they are,” Sid answered and waved them up. “Let’s get you set up in the studio.”
Finn set down the borrowed guitar and caught eyes with Miah. Miah hung back and let Josh, Sid, Ritchie, and Evin through the door first.
When they were in the hallway, Finn held back for a beat longer to give some them space, then asked, “You think he’s ready for all of this?”
Miah caught on to who he was talking about right away. With anyone else Miah would have remained guarded about his opinion since he’d been the one to put his ass on the line for Evin. But he trusted Finn to give him the harsh truth. He played with the twist of leather around his wrist.
“I go back and forth on him. More forth than back. What do you think?”
“The music part he’s got down.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. But when it comes to being in the spotlight….” Finn shrugged and let the suggestion hang in the air.
Miah breathed out a sigh of relief. If Finn thought Evin had it, then he had it. “The rest will come.”
When they entered the studio, they went through the usual introductions, hand shaking, and mutual shows of appreciation, then sat down and put their headphones on. Today’s show would be streamed live on the radio station’s website as well, which the Rezors always loved. Miah took out his phone and sent a tweet to make sure they knew where to find the connection. He sat next to Evin, who was next to Finn, with Ritchie at the last seat and Sid standing off to the side with Josh in the cramped space. A voice came through the headphones announcing they were about to go live, and Miah adjusted the location of the microphone in front of him, then fixed Evin’s as well.
“We’ve got the members of Resonator in the studio today,” the DJ started, his Dutch accent not so thick that they couldn’t understand him. “But there’s one more than the usual Detroit 3 gracing us.”
Evin bounced his foot that rested on his knee. Miah set his hand on Evin’s ankle and stilled the movement. Breathe , he mouthed.
The host continued, “Three cities into your Made in
“We’re not blaming you for that, Josh,” Ritchie inserted into the conversation. “But we’re going to need more help from you.”
“Are we here to do an interview or give shit to the kid straight out of college who was just thrown into a snake pit by his boss?” Evin piped up.
That shut everyone up right quick.
Damn, so the newbie did have balls. “Glad your testicles have finally descended,” Miah approved.
Evin ducked his head and chuckled as Ritchie gave a proud papa grin and knocked a shoulder against his.
Finn continued to pick out notes, an arrangement Miah didn’t recognize. He’d have to ask Evin later if he did recognize it since he was no good at the name-that-guitar-solo game and Finn was loath to share any of his new work until it was near perfection. Ritchie had tuned Finn’s background soundtrack out in favor of the waffle cookies in front of him, but Evin had his head cocked in Finn’s direction and was stealing glances—watching Finn’s fingering—when the conversation was uninteresting. Which, it apparently had been up until ten seconds ago.
The door clicked open and Sid entered the room, his face flushed and eyes bright. Sid wore success like a second skin; maybe he had more promise than Miah had given him credit for.
Sid leaned against the wall by the door and slid his phone into his pocket. “You’ll have major promo ops set up in Paris, Milan, and Madrid.”
“Was that so hard?” Miah replied with a sweet smile.
Sid’s effort to restrain a smile was more than enough of an answer. “So what do we have going on in here? All set for the interview?”
All eyes went to Josh, whose mouth opened and closed a few times before his neurons fired and caught up to the fact that they were going to let him do his job. “Yeah, they’re all fine.”
“Of course they are,” Sid answered and waved them up. “Let’s get you set up in the studio.”
Finn set down the borrowed guitar and caught eyes with Miah. Miah hung back and let Josh, Sid, Ritchie, and Evin through the door first.
When they were in the hallway, Finn held back for a beat longer to give some them space, then asked, “You think he’s ready for all of this?”
Miah caught on to who he was talking about right away. With anyone else Miah would have remained guarded about his opinion since he’d been the one to put his ass on the line for Evin. But he trusted Finn to give him the harsh truth. He played with the twist of leather around his wrist.
“I go back and forth on him. More forth than back. What do you think?”
“The music part he’s got down.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. But when it comes to being in the spotlight….” Finn shrugged and let the suggestion hang in the air.
Miah breathed out a sigh of relief. If Finn thought Evin had it, then he had it. “The rest will come.”
When they entered the studio, they went through the usual introductions, hand shaking, and mutual shows of appreciation, then sat down and put their headphones on. Today’s show would be streamed live on the radio station’s website as well, which the Rezors always loved. Miah took out his phone and sent a tweet to make sure they knew where to find the connection. He sat next to Evin, who was next to Finn, with Ritchie at the last seat and Sid standing off to the side with Josh in the cramped space. A voice came through the headphones announcing they were about to go live, and Miah adjusted the location of the microphone in front of him, then fixed Evin’s as well.
“We’ve got the members of Resonator in the studio today,” the DJ started, his Dutch accent not so thick that they couldn’t understand him. “But there’s one more than the usual Detroit 3 gracing us.”
Evin bounced his foot that rested on his knee. Miah set his hand on Evin’s ankle and stilled the movement. Breathe , he mouthed.
The host continued, “Three cities into your Made in
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