freezing her nipples off. Either way, what had started out strange, was now even stranger.
But damn, he was fine.
Chapter 2
“ H ow’s it coming along ?”
My manager had been riding me daily for the past two weeks about writing a new song. I’d been given a month to come up with something big or else. I knew what “or else” meant. It wasn’t that they hadn’t given me enough time. They had been more than accommodating, but like anything in life, business was business and friendship only went so far, especially in the world of music and corporations running the show.
It was all about money.
But money was the furthest thing from my mind.
“You know phoning me every day isn’t going to get it written any faster.”
“I know. I just want to keep you on your game. I need it in two weeks, Chase.”
“Mia, you’ll get your song.”
“So any trouble from the locals?”
I smirked, remembering the look on Meghan’s face earlier that morning.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Well, if you need anything, give me a shout.”
After hanging up, I tossed the phone on the bed and stared at my guitar in the corner of the room. The notebook was open and the page still blank. It didn’t matter how many times I sat in front of it. No words came. I grimaced at the thought of telling Mia that I wouldn’t have a song for her. But you couldn’t force these things. Sure you could sit there, hum a few tunes and send a prayer up, but I’d been stuck for a long time.
Oh, how they loved to see a person rise, and how much more they enjoyed seeing you fall. I hadn’t written a song in over two years. It was as if someone had turned the tap off. In many ways, they had.
I ran a hand through my hair. My mouth felt dry.
I took out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the minibar, and poured two fingers’ worth. It was still morning, but I needed a drop. Just a little something to kick-start the senses. It had always helped in the past. I never got drunk, but there was something that definitely happened when alcohol flowed through the veins. Like the mind loosened up. Problem was in two years, it still wasn’t working. Now drinking had become an excuse, just to blot out.
I’d thought of venturing out, seeing what this town had to offer but the chances of being mauled by overly enthusiastic fans was the very reason Mia had put me here. She made sure it was stocked with food and alcohol, but there was nothing like fresh coffee in the morning.
When I wasn’t writing songs in the studio, I had a summer getaway on Cape Cod. Going there wasn’t a great option, even though I hadn’t put out an album in two years. Once word got out that I owned a property, crazy fans would show up at all times of the day and night. With little security, there really wasn’t much to stop fans from trying to clamber their way over the gate.
At first you don’t mind.
Success had a way of pulling you in. It teased the heart like a drug. It’s only after experiencing it daily that you begin to realize how much you prefer obscurity. I loved to play, but struggled with the fame part. For a while I had considered retreating into the shadows, laying down low and returning to playing bars. But that’s the other thing about stardom. It follows you, and makes those around think they are entitled to a piece of you. You should be grateful, you have the world at your feet, some would say.
I appreciated all the success I had got. Climbing the Billboard charts, the awards and endless flow of letters, emails and fans who showed up at concerts. Who wouldn’t love all that? But it had started to take its toll.
Water splashing outside jarred my thoughts.
Taking my glass I moved over to the window and gazed out. Further down the lake I could see an older man out in a fishing boat. His dog was swimming in the water beside him. For a moment I wondered what it must have been like to live in near solitude. To spend the afternoons fishing, walking a dog or
But damn, he was fine.
Chapter 2
“ H ow’s it coming along ?”
My manager had been riding me daily for the past two weeks about writing a new song. I’d been given a month to come up with something big or else. I knew what “or else” meant. It wasn’t that they hadn’t given me enough time. They had been more than accommodating, but like anything in life, business was business and friendship only went so far, especially in the world of music and corporations running the show.
It was all about money.
But money was the furthest thing from my mind.
“You know phoning me every day isn’t going to get it written any faster.”
“I know. I just want to keep you on your game. I need it in two weeks, Chase.”
“Mia, you’ll get your song.”
“So any trouble from the locals?”
I smirked, remembering the look on Meghan’s face earlier that morning.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Well, if you need anything, give me a shout.”
After hanging up, I tossed the phone on the bed and stared at my guitar in the corner of the room. The notebook was open and the page still blank. It didn’t matter how many times I sat in front of it. No words came. I grimaced at the thought of telling Mia that I wouldn’t have a song for her. But you couldn’t force these things. Sure you could sit there, hum a few tunes and send a prayer up, but I’d been stuck for a long time.
Oh, how they loved to see a person rise, and how much more they enjoyed seeing you fall. I hadn’t written a song in over two years. It was as if someone had turned the tap off. In many ways, they had.
I ran a hand through my hair. My mouth felt dry.
I took out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the minibar, and poured two fingers’ worth. It was still morning, but I needed a drop. Just a little something to kick-start the senses. It had always helped in the past. I never got drunk, but there was something that definitely happened when alcohol flowed through the veins. Like the mind loosened up. Problem was in two years, it still wasn’t working. Now drinking had become an excuse, just to blot out.
I’d thought of venturing out, seeing what this town had to offer but the chances of being mauled by overly enthusiastic fans was the very reason Mia had put me here. She made sure it was stocked with food and alcohol, but there was nothing like fresh coffee in the morning.
When I wasn’t writing songs in the studio, I had a summer getaway on Cape Cod. Going there wasn’t a great option, even though I hadn’t put out an album in two years. Once word got out that I owned a property, crazy fans would show up at all times of the day and night. With little security, there really wasn’t much to stop fans from trying to clamber their way over the gate.
At first you don’t mind.
Success had a way of pulling you in. It teased the heart like a drug. It’s only after experiencing it daily that you begin to realize how much you prefer obscurity. I loved to play, but struggled with the fame part. For a while I had considered retreating into the shadows, laying down low and returning to playing bars. But that’s the other thing about stardom. It follows you, and makes those around think they are entitled to a piece of you. You should be grateful, you have the world at your feet, some would say.
I appreciated all the success I had got. Climbing the Billboard charts, the awards and endless flow of letters, emails and fans who showed up at concerts. Who wouldn’t love all that? But it had started to take its toll.
Water splashing outside jarred my thoughts.
Taking my glass I moved over to the window and gazed out. Further down the lake I could see an older man out in a fishing boat. His dog was swimming in the water beside him. For a moment I wondered what it must have been like to live in near solitude. To spend the afternoons fishing, walking a dog or
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