Bass music pumped into the
recording studio, drowning out the casual conversation. Parkur
clenched and unclenched his fists. Today he’d see them again. Today
he’d get answers. Today he’d leave them faster than they’d fucked
him over.
Juniper and Jacoby Binder. The people he cared for the most and the
ones he hated with a vengeance. Every time he heard the
Shards album, his heart
ripped apart all over again. They’d written and created the
music—their special triad. Fans loved the darker, romantic rock
music. The soundtrack to their relationship. Each song found its way
on to the playlist during the tour, reminding him of what had been
and wouldn’t be again. Hearing those same words on just his own lips
with Rhiannon and the replacement backing band wasn’t the same. It
sucked ass. The fans knew it, he knew it. Too bad management hadn’t
received the memo.
Zero, his current backing
singer and lead guitarist, plopped down next to Parkur. “They’ll be
here.”
“Not
worried about it.” Liar.
Parkur folded his arms to hide the nervous gesture. “Few people pass
up the chance to make music with a top band. They’re no different.”
“Cold.” Zero shook his head
and crackled the plastic cup in his thick fingers. “You do realise
that you’ve become a bastard since they left.”
“Me? I’m the picture of
happiness and upward mobility.” Sort of. Parkur ground his teeth
together. Happy was the last word he’d use to describe himself.
“Upward mobility?” Zero
snorted. “That’s a crock of shit.”
“If I
lie enough, it’ll be true.” God only knew, Parkur forgetting the two
people who made his battered heart whole wasn’t going to happen
anytime soon. “I hear they got married and settled down.”
Without me.
“And it’s burning your ass
because you want to be with them.”
“Fuck
off.” Zero’s words hit way too close to home. He had no idea what
had gone on. Hell, Parkur
wasn’t even sure when the train had come off the rails. Not totally.
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