I’m a jerk for pushing him so hard.
I don’t even know what my end game was.
It doesn’t change anything in my life if he ever performs as Ross Rockit again, so it shouldn’t matter so much.
But it does and I’m trying to understand why.
Maybe it’s because it seems like he still has so much to offer, both personally and professionally, yet he seems determined to hide his talent.
The truth is that it’s none of my business.
And I have a feeling that any chance I had with him just walked away.
Chapter Five
Ross
It’s a busy morning as I attempt to come up with a plan for the band.
The most obvious option is to postpone the show and add it to the end of the tour.
The issue with that is that we have a full schedule with a European leg set to begin at the tail end of the US leg, but the dates aren’t set in stone yet, so adding on could become problematic. Plus, it takes months to prepare for their world tours. This is the first major tour since Devyn joined the band, and she adds a slightly different dynamic, so there are details to sort out that have nothing to do with the music itself. Putting any major changes into place now could add a level of complication no one needs.
I made a handful of phone calls to people I know, but no one is available to drop everything and come to Phoenix for the night, which leaves me back at square one.
After lunch, I knock on Tommy’s door, hoping we hear something from Kingston sooner rather than later. Devyn texted that the wait would probably be a couple of hours, so we still don’t have answers.
“Hey.” Tommy opens the door looking like he just woke up.
“It’s after one,” I tell him, arching a brow. “And we didn’t even play last night.”
“Well, we didn’t play music,” he says, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “That doesn’t mean Harley and I didn’t go out.”
I chuckle. “She still asleep?”
He shakes his head. “No. She got up to work out.” He looks at me over the brim of his cup. “You want a cup?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I sink into a chair by the window.
“Still no word from King?”
“The place is busy. They’re still waiting.”
“We leave for soundcheck in a couple of hours,” he points out needlessly.
“I don’t know what we’re gonna do,” I say, “but we’ll have to decide in the next hour. If we’re going to cancel, we want to do it before people actually leave for the show.”
“It’s going to depend on how long it takes King,” he replies. “I hate to cancel, but not much we can do if he can’t sing.”
“I tried to find a singer, but no one was available.”
“I can sing a couple of songs, but I don’t have his register,” Tommy says thoughtfully. “Devyn and Z sing a little too, but not enough to carry us, and I don’t think Kellan has the range to pull off a whole set either.”
“It might be best to just call it,” I admit. “And not even bother making it up at the end since we don’t have much time.”
“I hate that for our fans,” Tommy says. “Especially since this is the first full tour since Carter.”
It’s hard to think about the bass player we lost, but Devyn is amazing and the band’s new album is killing it.
