Forever True by Rebecca Gallo & Flirt Club

Author:Rebecca Gallo & Flirt Club [Gallo, Rebecca & Flirt Club]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

Conor

“You really are an arsehole.” The gravelly voice belongs to Sean Black, and he is the last person I want to see right now.

“Fuck off,” I growl and step into my dressing room. The Black brothers hate me; in fact, they didn’t even want me to open for them, but the concert’s promoter Janie Locke is a ball-buster and what she says goes.

“You’re not going to get out of this one, pretty boy.” I guess Sean didn’t take the hint because he’s standing in the doorway.

“Mind your own business.”

“This concert is my business, and you’re putting it in jeopardy. I don’t need you cocking it all up because you don’t have balls big enough to tell that girl you love her. In public!”

I narrow my eyes. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The fuck I don’t,” he spits out. “I’ve been in this business longer than you have. I know a coward when I see one.”

My hands clench into fists, and I resist the urge to level Sean Black. “I’m not a coward,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Really? Then what’s your fucking plan?”

I spin on my heel because I don’t have a fucking clue. The woman I’m in love with stormed past me, and I’m not sure if she’s ever coming back. My eyes land on my guitar. It’s a 1968 Fender Telecaster with a pink paisley design. My granddad bought it for me when ’NTune first formed, and I’ve used it to write most of my songs. A melody has been haunting me for days, but the words have eluded me.

My head turns to meet Sean. “Help me write a song.” I walk over to the guitar, pick it up from the stand, and sling the strap over my body. “I have a melody.” I play him what I’ve been humming and strumming for days.

Sean snickers. “That’s your big plan? To write her a song?”

“It’s what she wants,” I say softly. “She doesn’t want to hide anymore.”

There’s only one way that my Birdie will forgive me, and that’s if I do something big and bold. And nothing’s bigger than a concert on St. Patrick’s Day in the Dublin Arena.

I concentrate on the melody, thinking about Brigid. Without her, I feel out of tune. There’s only been a handful of weeks when we’ve been separated since our relationship began, and every time she was gone, I was a moody bastard and totally out of sorts. But when she returned, it was like sunshine after a long, cold winter. My heart beat louder because she was near.

Sean picks up an acoustic guitar that was in a stand next to my Fender. He easily picks up the melody that I’ve been playing. “Tell me about her,” he says.

“I’ve known her my whole life.” I sort of sing the words and make them fit my tune. “Someday, she’ll probably be my wife.”

Sean raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Go on.”

We continue this way until I set my guitar aside and write down the lyrics.

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