“Deal.”
We walk back inside hand-in-hand, but there’s a gnawing feeling in my gut I can’t shake.
No matter what she says, she’s not okay.
And for the first time since we’ve been married, I can’t fix it.
Chapter Seven
Lexi
* * *
Living on the edge
Breaking all the rules
Gonna find some answers
I never went to school.
Baby, you’re my heartbeat
You’re everything I need
But when you turn your back
You’re gonna make me bleed.
* * *
Jonny holds up his hand, pausing the music.
“Okay, I want to try something different with that part,” he says. “What if I add a little bass to the word bleed?”
I nod. “Yes. And in my response, we could try something similar…”
We do his verse again, and then mine, and then we stop and do the whole thing again. Working on this song has been a little tedious, both because I don’t know them as well as I know my own band and also because this is their first time working with a producer. They’re struggling to find the groove he wants, and I’m struggling to keep up with music that’s harder than I’m used to.
The Sidewinders lost game one of the series the other night, so they have to win tonight, and I’m worried about Zaan. I know he hasn’t been sleeping well, and I feel bad about it, but I’m also not sure what I can do. I’m working with Crimson Edge in the mornings and then going to rehearsals with Nobody’s Fool in the afternoons, and I’m not sleeping great either.
I still feel fine, but I do seem to be sleeping more.
Normally, I’m up without an alarm, but now I have to set one or I sleep until nine or ten because it takes me so long to fall asleep.
We record half a dozen more versions of our duet, a power ballad called “Edge of Love,” and the guys finally seem happy with it.
“I think that’s a wrap.” Their producer, Maurice Clifton, nods enthusiastically.
Thank fuck.
I sink into a chair and down a bottle of water.
“Hey, can I ask your opinion on something?” Sam asks, sitting next to me.
“Sure.”
“Which of these wrist corsages is better?” He pulls something up on his phone and shows me two pictures.