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My voice squeaked, “Really?”
I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sure, I didn’t doubt that a record label could use a songwriter, but at the same time if they thought I was interested in performing because of my videos they might think this was a bait and switch kind of situation.
“I just want to write songs and make music,” there was an edge of pleading in my voice no matter how much I didn’t want it to be there.
Cole grinned and nodded slowly. “In that case, we want you to work with someone in about a month.” Excitement was growing inside of me at the prospect. “While they’re established in the industry, they’re new to the label. He’s going to need some extra help because he might be a little rusty.”
My eyebrows went up to my hairline while my gut churned with how cagey he was being. “If he’s established, why is he rusty?” They shot each other another look and I quickly blurted, “It doesn’t really matter, I’m just curious.”
“Right now, he’s getting treatment and trying to put his life back together,” Kat’s voice was professional, but there was a twinkle of hope there that had me wondering who the hell we’re talking about.
Honestly, there were a lot of options about who it could be. Treatment could mean so many things. My mind was whirling with all the possibilities.
“Look,” Cole’s voice brought my attention toward him as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, “I’m going to level with you. We tracked Langston Phillips down a while ago.” My heart stuttered in my chest because who didn’t know that Langston went off the rails after Conley died? Talk about a classic tale of rock and roll. “We tracked him down at a bar and gave him an offer to come on at WPF, but he has to dry out and start to deal with his grief first.”
“Wow,” I whispered while nodding slowly.
The quiet in the room as I absorbed the information given to me, as limited as it was, started to last too long. I shook off my surprise and tried to stuff down any fear and concern my mind was attempting to conjure up.
“Sorry,” I shook my head, “I’m more than willing to work with whoever you want me to work with. I just want to write some songs and show you what I can do.”
When the guys shared a look, again, it was with big smiles on their faces. I swear my heart started to slow instead of pounding in my chest like the drumline of a marching band. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I knew trying and taking the risk was the only thing to do.
“Let us get some details together and we’ll make this happen,” Kat spoke up and all I could do was nod.
That was a little over a month ago and the entertainment news channels have been surprisingly silent about Langston getting treatment or signing with WPF Records. Being on the inside scoop of something was kind of strange.
Not that I was going to spread the information I had. Hell no.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when the SUV I’m riding in comes to a stop. I look out the front window and am shocked by the cabin in front of me. Honestly, cabin doesn’t do this place justice. This is a mountain themed mansion.
Holy shit.
It’s gorgeous and I desperately want to see inside. As I stumble out of the car, I vaguely hear doors opening, considering I was riding with Gavin, Elliot, and Kat, but I can’t focus on anything beyond the vision in front of me. When I was told that I’d be heading out to a cabin in the mountains instead of going to the mansion where most of the artists at WPF record, I wasn’t expecting this at all.
I was hoping for more than one bedroom and running water. This place is something else.
“This place is amazing,” I murmur.
“Right?” I almost jump out of my skin as I turn toward Elliot. He grins at me and makes a sweeping motion with his hand. “This place belongs to Blake, but our big ass family makes use of it often. We think it’ll be better for you and Langston to work here instead of at the mansion.” He winces slightly and his voice drops to a whisper, “There’s too much alcohol there.”
“I get it,” I insist and hold my hands up.
I’m lead inside and am just as blown away with the inside as the outside. I can’t wait to curl up on the giant porch and take in the view around us. I swear I can feel the music flowing around me as I take in the vista that can be seen out of the large windows along the back of the house which are clearly visible with the open floor plan.
“Inspiring, huh?”
I glance over at Gavin with a big smile on my face. “Oh yeah. This place is perfect to write some songs.”
“Then you should see the studio,” there’s a tease in his voice and I have to stop myself from bouncing on my toes with excitement.
The thought of writing some songs and then working in a real studio is almost too much for me to process. I’ve had weeks to wrap my head around this whole thing, but it’s still surreal and unbelievable. I don’t even care about where I’ll be sleeping—the studio is much more important.
Before I can beg for a tour or even get the chance to poke around the space that I can see, the door behind us opens again and I spin around. A giant of a man walks into the cabin and I’m sure that it’s Blake Higgins, who I’ve heard a little bit about on the drive.
From what I’ve been told, he’s former military and runs a security firm that works closely with WPF Records and SO. Even more than that, he’s part of the family that seems to be the light in the lives of the SO guys, the security men, and some tattoo artists.
The whole thing sounds like a fairy tale from the bits of conversation I overheard during the drive. It was clear the family is huge and filled with love.
