Rock Star by S. C. Daiko

Author:S. C. Daiko [Daiko, S. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Music
Goodreads: 47544397
Published: 2019-10-26T04:00:00+00:00

15

“Take a look at this, Mom,” I said, stepping onto the terrace of my hotel suite and turning my second-hand, reconditioned iPad so she could admire the view of the Eiffel Tower. “Isn’t it stunning?”

We’d arrived in the early hours, having flown direct to Paris after our second Barcelona concert, and had gone straight to our rooms and to bed. It was almost mid-afternoon now and my stomach was rumbling, but I’d wanted to check in with my parents before ordering room service.

“It’s beautiful, sweetie,” Mom said softly. “So happy for you…”

“How are you?” I inquired like I always inquired.

“Fine,” she replied like she always replied.

It was her default answer, and it meant nothing. Mom never complained about her illness, never admitted to being sick. I’d need to have a separate conversation with Dad to find out how her treatment was working, but he was always with Mom when I called, which made it impossible. He’d phone me if anything was seriously wrong, I told myself while I carried on chatting, but guilt gnawed at my gut for not being there with them.

I perched on a chair, gazing at the Parisian skyline. Warm spring sunshine heated my bare arms, and the scent of roses mingled with the traffic fumes tickling my nostrils.

“How did your second concert in Barcelona go?” Dad asked, coming into view on the screen. He already knew the first one had been hugely successful as we’d talked when I’d gotten back to the hotel from the gig the other night.

“It was epic,” I said. “The band was on fire, their music set the crowd alight and Axel radiated the most incredible energy.”

“Wish we could have been there.” Dad’s face looked wistful, and I remembered Axel’s offer to fly my parents out for one of the shows.

If only Mom was well enough…

“I’ll ask Thea, the lead singer of our support act, to video part of the Parc des Princes gig for you both,” I offered.

“We’d love that,” Dad’s smile lit up his whole face.

“I’ll call ya tomorrow,” I promised before signing off.

My eyes prickled. I missed my parents so much. It had been over a week since I’d seen them in the flesh… the longest we’d ever been apart.

A tear ran down my cheek, followed by another.

I stumbled into my room as a knock rapped at the door, and I went to open it.

Axel was standing there, a Martin D-18 acoustic guitar slung across his chest. His gaze raked over my face. “What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?”

I sniffed, feeling like such a doofus.

Twenty-two-year-old women don’t cry because they are missing their parents.

“I’m being silly,” I sniffed again. “But I miss my parents.”

He lifted off his guitar, put it down on the beautiful antique chair in the corner of the suite, and put his arms around me. “Shh, it’s to be expected with your mum so ill.” He kissed the top of my head.

I buried my face in his chest. “I’m worried they aren’t telling me the truth about how bad she is.

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