“Sorry.” I shake my head. “I wasn’t paying attention—what did I miss?”
“Do you want to work on the chorus?” he asks. “I think we can make it smoother.”
“You want smooth metal?” I tease, chuckling.
He laughs too. “You know what I mean. Gritty music, but smooth vocals.”
“Sure, let’s do it again.”
I’m a little tired today, but I don’t think it has anything to do with being pregnant. I tossed and turned all night worrying about everything.
The pregnancy.
The upcoming tour.
Zaan.
I know he’s stressed but trying to be supportive, which is sweet. Except it makes me feel guilty. Deep down, I’m sure he wants me to skip the tour or stop before I get too far into my pregnancy, and I don’t know how to navigate that.
There’s a part of me that wants to do that too.
Unfortunately, a bigger part of me craves performing. I love to sing, especially in front of a big crowd. And now we’re headlining, something I’ve missed since I left my last band.
“Lex, you need a break?”
I realize with a start that I missed my cue because I’ve been daydreaming.
Again.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, guys. Can we take five? I didn’t sleep well last night, and I’m a little distracted.”
Everyone agrees, and I grab a bottle of water.
“Everything okay, Lex?” Sam Fielding, the band’s lead guitarist follows me into the hallway.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a lot going on with the Sidewinders in the playoffs, the band rehearsing to go on tour…”
“I’m sorry if this project adds stress to your life.”
“Oh, no!” I shake my head, forcing a smile. “Not at all. I’m excited to do the song with you. I’m just tired.”
“Well, we really appreciate you.”
“Hey, everyone starts somewhere, and you guys are so talented. I can’t wait to see how this album does.”
“Thanks. I’m pretty stoked about it too.” He smiles and pushes his somewhat unruly long hair out of his face.
I find it entertaining that I’m constantly surrounded by good-looking, talented, successful men, but I never give any of them a second glance. I’m just completely in love with my husband.
“Hey, Lex, your hubby’s here!” Jonny calls out.
I turn to see Zaan heading toward me with a bag that smells really good.
He brought me lunch even though it’s a bit early.
“I’ve got to leave for the arena soon,” he says, leaning over to give me a kiss. “So I thought we could have an early lunch together. And I brought enough for everyone.”
“Free food!” Jonny yells, rubbing his hands together. “I like your husband, Lex!”
