Her eyes went wide. “Oh my God. I would never.”
I believed her.
“I’m putting together a new band.”
“Oh. That sounds exciting.”
“It will be.” It would be, once it all came together.
Right now, though…?
I still wasn’t totally sure. I’d warmed to the whole supergroup idea since Summer pitched it to me, but my mojo had been a little shot ever since the Pushers’ breakup.
Until I knew for sure who was in the band, and I could build off that—the certainty, the vibe of starting to gel with other musicians again—it would probably stay that way.
“Do you know who’ll be in the band?” Danica asked. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me any names. I’m just curious about the whole thing. You know, I’ve never put together a band before…”
“Not sure yet. I’ve got a line on a few people who might work.”
“And it’s top secret for now?”
“Pretty much.”
I’d told Dylan about it, when I’d talked to him on the phone today, and he seemed to like the idea. Though maybe he’d be supportive of anything that would get me off the couch right now. He did say he liked the supergroup angle. He also said he thought I had a good shot at poaching Xander from Steel Trap. He brought that up; I didn’t ask.
Would be nice if he was right about that, but I still had my doubts.
He’d also mentioned Johnny O’Reilly, of all people. That he’d heard Johnny was still looking for a new gig. Lots of contention in his current band.
I’d skirted around that idea. Ever since that drunken night in Alaska, I wasn’t all that keen on hanging with Johnny O.
But Dylan didn’t know about that. I’d never told him anything about what happened between Johnny and me. I was a little surprised he’d even want me in a band with Johnny, given what he’d learned about Johnny’s history with Amber… but Dylan wasn’t really one to hold a grudge.
It was good to talk it through with him a little, though it would’ve been better if he was here. Or if I’d been more open with him about everything. But I still found myself weirdly guarded when I talked to him about these things… ever since he’d rejected me like he did.
He was still my best friend. I loved him, trusted him… but things weren’t exactly like they were before.
Before I’d started feeling like some kind of failure in his presence.
I’d wanted to tell him about Danica, kind of.
In the past, I would have.
But I didn’t.
“I haven’t really talked to many people about it,” I told her. “So far, it’s just me and Summer Sorenson. She’s a DJ, and she plays keys, sings and writes.”
She blinked at me. “DJ Summer?”
“You know her?”
“I knowofher. I’ve been to some of her shows. My girlfriends and I love her.”
“Cool. I’ll let her know.”
“Oh. Um… But only if you don’t make me sound like a dorky fangirl, right?”
“I’ll be sure to specify you’re not a dork.”
