And why didn’t Seth tell me? He could’ve called me from the airport, or messaged me to at least give me a heads up aboutLiv.
Except… he didn’t have mynumber.
How would he? I’d never given it tohim.
“I did,” Brody said. “Check your messages once in awhile.”
I ripped open the bedroom door, about to call out for Joanie—but she was standing right there, poised to knock, looking sheepish asfuck.
“Talk later.” I hung up on Brody. “Brodycalled?”
“Yeah,” Joanie said, her eyes wide. “He called this afternoon. Several times. Something about Seth and the documentary? He wants you to call him back. But you told me no calls…especiallyfrom Brody…” She trailed off. “Shit. What’swrong?”
“Nothing.” She was right, I did tell her that. Repeatedly. “Just get me a flighthome.”
“ToL.A.?”
“No,” I said. “Vancouver.”
I had no idea if the auditions Liv had mentioned were about to get underway in L.A. or Vancouver, since, clearly, I hadn’t been checking my messages. I wasn’t even sure where all the members of my band were rightnow.
All I knew for sure was that Seth was inVancouver.
Chapter Seventeen
Elle
When the plane landed,Flynn loaded us into a car and drove me to my place in Lions Bay, just north of the city. We passed Joanie’s place in downtown Vancouver on the way and dropped heroff.
As soon as Flynn dropped me at my house, alone, I opened my laptop and found the email from the post-production supervisor on the documentary series. She’d already sent out today’sdailies.
I carried the laptop upstairs to my bedroom, kicking off my sandals. I curled up on my bed in the dark and clicked the link in the email. It took me to an FTP site, where I could download the video Iwanted.
I hadn’t even bothered to bring my other things upstairs; my bags sat in the foyer where Flynn put them. I didn’t get changed or eat anything or even turn on alight.
Beyond the first day of filming on this series, I hadn’t even bothered to watch thedailies.
But I watched Seth’s interview footagenow.
He was standing in the shade, his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head. A palm tree swayed in the background. Liv, off-camera, fed him questions, like she’d done with me, and she left no stoneunturned.
She asked Seth about his addiction, about his difficult path to recovery, about his overdose, about both times he’d been fired from Dirty. She asked about the reunion show earlier this year and his audition lastweek.
Lucky for Liv, Seth was much more forthcoming in his interview than I’d been. And he answered every question the same way he’d answered me when I’dasked.
She also asked him about every member ofDirty.
About Jesse, he said, “Jesse is the best guitarist I’ve ever played with. Anyone can see why the fans love him. He’s the totalpackage.”
About Dylan, he said, “Dylan’s a madman on the drums and as solid as theycome.”
And about Zane, he said, “Tell me one thing you dislike about Zane Traynor and I’ll tell you five things to love abouthim.”
To which Liv said, “Some would say he’s awomanizer.”
And Seth replied, “Yeah. Well, he’s also fucking brilliant. He’s sharp as a fucking razor, passionate, totally committed, and no one will make you laugh harder when you’re having a shitty day. And I’ll tell you something else people don’t give him credit for. He’s got vision, and he goes after that vision like atornado.”
“That’s seven things,” Livsaid.
