A Song for the Season by Kellen Hertz

Author:Kellen Hertz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2017-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

My head ached when I woke up the next morning, as if worrying had kept my forehead scrunched up all night. I slung my legs off the bed and sat up. The room was chilly. I moved to a window covered in thick patches of starry frost, and pressed my nose against a clear spot. In the parking lot outside, people fought the wind as they tramped to their cars, their breath hanging in frozen clouds around them.

Once I’d showered and dressed, Dad and I met Logan and Zane at the hotel restaurant downstairs for breakfast.

“Today should be a nice break for you two. You don’t play until one o’clock this afternoon, which leaves some time for you to relax,” Zane said as we finished up our pancakes and bacon.

I glanced at the clock on my phone. It wasn’t even ten o’clock.

“What should we do until the show?” I asked.

Zane handed the server his credit card and checked his phone. “Up to you,” he said. “I need to work for a little bit after this. I’m still double-checking details for tomorrow.”

“Maybe we can walk around and go check out Kingsport,” I suggested to Dad and Logan.

Logan looked at me in disbelief. “Are you kidding? It’s T-minus freezing out there.”

“So?” I said, a little defiantly. “It could still be fun.”

After breakfast, Dad and I headed for the hotel’s sliding front entrance. The moment we stepped outside, however, bitter, thrashing wind beat us back into the lobby, teeth chattering. So much for exploring Kingsport, I thought in frustration.

Dad shrugged. “Why don’t you and Logan work on a new song?” he asked.

“Good idea,” I said. Or maybe this would be a good time to talk to Logan about what Zane told Dad, I thought.

I found Logan settled in a lobby chair, headphones on. I sat down in the chair next to his.

“Hey,” I said.

He didn’t respond so I poked him in the arm. He looked up and pulled out an earbud.

“I have to tell you something,” I whispered.

“What?” he said, his voice sharp. “I’m busy.”

I felt like steam was about to shoot out my ears. But then I spotted Dad rifling through a stack of magazines across the lobby, and took a deep, calming breath. The last thing Logan and I needed was for Dad to witness another argument before our next show.

Logan waved his hand in front of me. “Earth to Tenney,” he said impatiently. “Were you going to tell me something or not?”

“Never mind,” I said. I stood up and left him alone.

For the next hour, I tried to entertain myself. I wandered around the hotel taking a video, and sent it to Jaya, Holliday, and my family so they could see what I was up to. I played games on my phone and listened to music, but even after listening to a whole album of Patsy Cline B-sides, I still had time to kill. I never realized going on tour involved so much waiting, I thought. In my imagination, I’d pictured myself exploring cool places, taking photos, eating new foods.

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