Manic at Midnight recently got back from tour, and since then, I’ve been dodging his calls and texts.
Hen and Zara even showed up at the bar the other night, and I begged Lamar to lie and say I had the night off. Meanwhile, Hollis and I hid in the stockroom while Hendrix and Zara enjoyed drinks, and I tried not to think about all the wicked things I could be doing in there with my husband.
Bright side? I got over my trust issues with the stockroom. With Hollis, at least.
It’s not that I don’t want to see Hendrix. I do. I really do. I’ve missed that big, dumb idiot.
But I’m scared.
Of all my siblings, Hendrix was the closest to Hollis.
I mean, they were best friends.
What if he feels betrayed somehow? Or mad because Hollis didn’t tell him first? It shouldn’t matter what he thinks. This marriage isn’t even real, and Hollis will be going back to Tennessee next month anyway.
But lately, this thing between us feels a lot less fake, and a whole lot like something…more.
So yeah, I want my brother’s approval.
Hendrix
Are you sure? You guys don’t resent me cause I’m super famous now?
Myles
Oh, fuck right off.
Merc
You’re just a bass player. You’re not that cool.
Cash
You are all idiots. I’m leaving.
Me
…And yet you’re still here.
Myles
That’s cause Grinchy Cash loves us.
Hendrix
Omg, you really are the Grinch!
Merc
He reminds me more of that grumpy guy from Ted Lasso.
Me
The hot, grumpy soccer player? No way. Do not compare our brother to that man. You’ll ruin the entire show. Forever.
Myles
He does kind of look like him, now that you mention it…
