Chapter Thirteen
Nectarine Nights
Song: Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da—The Beatles
9:45 P.M.
Mason was in the driver’s seat as Keith tried finding a radio station that was not static.
“You’re not going to find anything.We are too far out,” I told him.
Keith sighed and stopped fidgeting with the controls on the dash.
I was next to the window.The gigantic pine trees blurred as we flew down the dirt road; gusts of debris shot up as the tires rolled.
Fawn lay in my lap, falling into a deep slumber.Fawn used to be more energetic, but she wasn’t the young pup who could run around for hours on end like she used to be.
I had no idea what would happen next.What did rockstars do when they weren’t entertaining the masses or shooting covers for magazines?
Darren sat beside me.He took multiple deep breaths because he was sitting by Tonya, who, although friendly, was intimidatingly cool.
The bus had tan-colored rows of seats like short church pews.I was twirling the chain of my peach locket around my pointer finger, the image of my family tucked away yet close to me.
“So, how has Jesse been acting, Penny?”Keith asked, facing his body toward the back.
“He seemed on edge when we first met him.That girl he’s with seems to keep him busy and not as stressed,” I said, wondering how much I should reveal about the situation.
“You don’t have to be scared.He does this every couple of months.He gets tired of sharing the fame.Let me guess.Did he tell you he wants a solo career?”Keith asked with spite.
I nodded.Was fighting a common occurrence for the band?
“Hey, man, I’m sorry.I have to admit.We are huge fans.I started learning to play the drums because of you, Keith,” Darren shared.
“That’s sweet.When Jesse and I were younger, we played songs for fun.Keep it that way.”
Mason added, “There is nothing wrong with being okay with where you are right now.”
