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Garrett dragged his fingers through his hair and shook his head. I glanced at Maddox and pursed my lips. Maddox shrugged.
This was bad. It felt like the beginning of the end—like the past sic months might actually catch up to us. The drinking, the partying, the out-of-control mess of it all. The music had taken a back seat.
The thought of us breaking up choked me up more than my divorce. I couldn’t lose these guys, not after losing my wife and my dog. I just couldn’t.
Maddox seemed to agree when he smashed his drumsticks against the drums in frustration. He moaned and clutched his head, and I knew he’d had another wave of hangover pass through him.
He looked up at us, and then stood up.
“I need a break,” Maddox grumbled, brushing past us to walk out the rehearsal space.
After he left, Garrett glanced at me and shook his head.
“What the fuck is going on with him?”
I sighed. “With all of us, you mean? I don’t know, man, but something has to change.”
He nodded, glancing at the door where Maddox had left. “Maybe I should talk to him.”
“Go easy on him, Garrett,” I said. “He’s still all fucked up about the accident.”
“That was six months ago.”
“His parents fucking died, man. They died in a freak boating accident. That shit stays with you! Six months is nothing. And you haven’t exactly been an angel in that time, either.”
Garrett’s eyes blazed, and he finally nodded. “You’re right.”
He stalked out of the room. I walked over to the couch and sank down into it, sighing and closing my eyes. This was a mess. We needed a new focus, a new thing to bring us back to the music.
Maybe this PR team would help.
Even as the thought crossed my head, I knew the chances were slim. But still, when Maddox and Garrett came back in, our rehearsal was a little bit smoother than before. Considering the past few months, that was a win.
Chapter 3 - Veronica
“I can’t believe you were able to get us all on the same team,” Lacie breathed, looking at Morgan with wide eyes.
Morgan grinned. “I’m not sure it’s a good thing. I’m pretty sure Marcus gave me this assignment to watch me fail, just so he could demote me or fire me.”
I laughed. “I’m not sure I really care. I’ll be able to put this on my resume for the rest of my life!”
“That makes one of us,” Morgan grinned. “I’ll wait to put this on my resume to see if they actually behave themselves. From what I’ve seen in their file, they’re not exactly PR-friendly.”
I’d seen the papers—we all had. The Mondays had been on a six-month bender of self-destruction. They’d gone from America’s dream band to tabloid fodder in a matter of weeks. It had been a perfect storm. One of them was getting a divorce, the other one had lost his parents, and the third one was going through a breakup. I couldn’t exactly remember which was which, but right now it didn’t really matter.
“You’ll be great,” I said, putting my arm around Morgan’s shoulder.
Lacie nodded, putting her arm around Morgan, too. “Plus, they’re all super hot.”
She was right. They were the hottest. All three of them just exuded this hyper-masculine aura that made you weak in the knees. It was hard to explain. It wasn’t just the rockstar vibe, or the tattoos, or the totally alpha way that they carried themselves. It was just… hot.
Morgan grinned, nodding to the abandoned-looking building in front of us. Various bands were rehearsing, giving the whole place an eery vibe. I still couldn’t believe that world-class musicians rehearsed there.
“Let’s go meet these guys,” I said as the excitement welled up inside me.
“Hold on to your panties, ladies,” Lacie joked. “I hear these guys are lethal.”
“Lethal or not, we have a job to do,” Morgan replied. Her face was drawn and she clenched her fists, glancing at the building. It hurt me to see my friend like that. I wanted to be there for her, and all I could do was be the best I possibly could. I’d take the best photos of my life and make sure their social media pages were on fire.
