Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,13
close and they always played music together. I started working here as a kid to pay for my first guitar.”
“Who taught you?”
“My dad and my boss. They showed me a few things and I just took off from there. I watched a lot of MTV and just tried to recreate anything I saw and liked. Then a couple of years ago, I started a band with my best friend.”
“That’s so cool. Uncle Daniel told me how good your band is. He says you’re going to be famous one day.” She smiles sweetly.
I laugh. “We can only hope, right?”
She nods as she picks up her things. “Well, there’s my dad. See you in a couple days.”
I raise my hand and wave goodbye as I watch her walk out of the store. The clock on the wall catches my eye and I see that I have 20 minutes to get across town for practice. I quickly get up and rush to gather my things.
“You’re almost late,” Van says when I walk into his garage.
I flip him off. “Almost doesn’t count. I’m here. Let’s get started.” I grab my guitar and get behind the mic. We cover the songs we usually do at all of our shows. We’ve pretty much perfected those. Then we get to work on the two new ones we want to play at the meeting with the label. We start up the first one and play to the chorus. Then we stop to make a few changes and take notes on how we sounded and what we can do to make it better. Practice is long and grueling. It’s a lot of starting and stopping and it turns a three-minute song into an hour. But by 9 p.m., we finally call it quits when we feel like we’ve perfected our first new song.
The guys decide to hang out and drink while fucking around with the instruments and talking, but I’m wiped after last night, work today, and then the lesson and practice. I say my goodbyes and hit the road, more than ready for some food and a shower.
When I get to my place, I drop everything on the table and go for a shower first. I know I already took one this morning, but I feel like the day has stuck to my skin and I want to start fresh and relax. I spend about 20 minutes washing and shaving before pulling on a pair of boyshort panties and a baggy T-shirt. I comb my hair but leave it a sopping mess around me to air dry as I go to find some food in the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab some orange juice. I take a drink from the jug as I search the freezer and cabinets. Finally, I settle on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I plop the sandwich on a paper plate and carry that in one hand, with my jug of orange juice in the other. Right then, there’s a knock at the door. I peek into the hole and find Daniel standing on the other side. I smile to myself as I pull open the door.
He’s standing in front of me looking delicious in his jogging pants and red Dri-FIT T-shirt. It’s wet with sweat under his arms and around his neck. He’s holding a plastic bag with something that smells amazing inside. He smirks and motions toward the food. “Thought we could both use a little dinner.”
I laugh. “At 10 at night?” I arch an eyebrow.
He looks down at my plate. “I bet Chinese food would be better than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” I look at the sandwich in my hand then over at the bag that has the most delicious smell wafting from it. I step back and open the door wider, allowing him to step inside.
He walks into my apartment and I close the door behind him. I toss my sandwich into the fridge and follow him into the living room where he’s taking a seat on the couch.
“How was your day?” he asks as I sit down and watch him remove the food from the bag.
“Busy. I had work, then your niece came by for her lesson, and I followed that with band practice. I just got home and I’m beat. How was yours?”
He glances over at me. “Not as cool as yours but just as busy.” He sits down and hands me a carton of food with some chopsticks. “How was the lesson?”