“Well said, Ms. Pearson. Your father would be proud.”
“What do you know about my father?”
“Did you think we’d hire you without a full background check? I knew you were Preston Mitchell’s daughter from the beginning.”
“Is that why I got this job?”
“It might have helped, but your song writing talent is amazing, just like his.”
“Does he know? I mean, that I’m working for you?”
“Not from me. I haven’t spoken to him. They’re on tour in Europe and aren’t working on a new album until they get back.”
“Well, I’d rather you didn’t tell him.”
“No problem. I won’t mention it.”
“Thank you.” He disconnected before I even finished saying thank you. He was one rude ass man.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chaos…
The next two days flew by. The crowds in Virginia were amazing and seeing over twenty-five thousand screaming fans is a fucking rush like you can’t believe. We’d put the last night in Philly behind us and come back even stronger and it showed in our performances.
Sweets and Candy were a little quieter but it was better with Sweets than it had been in a while. Joe had made a few calls for us and was working on trying to get in touch with Preston.
Jack and Sally were working on things from their end and I was just about done with the song. I needed a few more pieces for everything to fall into place, with any luck I’d be done by the time we got to Georgia. I’d spent time talking to Sally too, and told her all about Cynda. She tried to be encouraging and I really freakin’ hoped she was right. As she reminded me often while we were growing up—she was always right.
Hearing a knock on my door I yelled come in. It was Wrath. We hadn’t had a lot of time to talk lately, not since Sapphire. I didn’t get it, she didn’t seem like his type but she’d been staying with him on the bus since Philly. There was something about her I didn’t trust, but after how fuckin’ wrong I was with Cynda I wasn’t going to say anything.
“Hey, what’s up, bro?”
“I figured I’d check on you. How are things going? Have you heard from Cynda?”
“No not yet, I keep calling but she hasn’t answered any of my fucking calls. I hope I’ll be able to fix this.”
“Me too. She was good for you.”
“Right, you’re probably just glad to get me off your fuckin’ back about shit.”
“No seriously, dude. When you finally stopped arguing it was cool. You looked happy, really happy.”
He was right, I had been happy and stupid, stubborn and a fuckin’ asshole. I was working on changing but it was going to be a slow process.
“How’re things with Sapphire?”
“Great, she’s fanfuckingtastic.”
I laughed, oh yeah he had it bad. I wondered what she was like in real life and if she planned to hang around for long. Most groupies held on for a while but eventually they had to go back to their real lives. After Georgia, we were heading to the Midwest. If she was from the Philadelphia area she’d be far from home.
“I have one question, is her hair really blue or is it a wig?”
“It’s her hair, dude, I couldn’t believe it either. I’ve never seen color stick that good.”
“No fuckin’ shit. Maybe we should have a bet on what color her roots are?”
Wrath laughed. “Hell yeah, why not.”
