Wasted: A Single Daddy Rockstar Romance by Andrea Smith & Gina A. Jones

Author:Andrea Smith & Gina A. Jones [Smith, Andrea & Jones, Gina A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meatball Taster Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-08-20T18:30:00+00:00

The following day I called Coop to see if he would meet me after work. I so hated my part-time job, but for now it would have to do. At least the manager was cool about giving me the time off for when we went to Chicago for a week to record.

I didn’t want to meet him at the garage. I actually wanted to be alone with him. At the garage, there was always the chance one of the other band members would drop in to practice solo. I wanted him to listen to a song I wrote. I planned to play it acoustic style. Though the lyrics were heartfelt, I wasn’t sure about putting the music together. I knew that Coop was the best at arrangement.

I was debating ballad or heavy rock, and I trusted his judgment. So, I asked him to meet me after my shift. There was a vacant room right outside the office, which I thought we could use. There was no way I’d ask him to meet me at Mom’s place.

I saw him pull up and waved him inside the office. “Hey, Coop. Thanks for taking the time to meet me.”

“No problem, Liv. We need to get this album filled. I was glad when you called.” He smiled, and I felt a bit at peace. There was just something about Coop that put me at ease, maybe that’s what it felt like to have a brother.

“Well, like I said,” I continued, “it’s probably not as good as your stuff.”

Just then the night clerk came in to relieve me. I grabbed the key to the vacant room. “I hope you don’t mind. Our rooms aren’t exactly five-star,” I laughed.

“Hey, maybe someday we’ll be there,” he said. I handed him my guitar as I unlocked the room. It was dark and cool inside but still smelled like bed-bug spray and moth-balls.

“Sorry for the stench. Better to have a bad smell than bugs,” I laughed, trying to break the ice.

“Hey, had my share when we were doing gigs. I don’t even smell it anymore.”

I settled on the edge of the bed and tuned my guitar before starting. Coop sat in a chair in the corner.

“Let’s hear what you got,” he said and smiled.

“Okay, here goes.”

You were never like the other ones.

Your lust for life would come and go.

Sometimes good, sometimes bad.

Who you were, I will never know.

When I was young, you were my hero.

We’d play at night and sleep the day away.

I miss who you used to be.

And all I ask is for you to stay.

We were all we had, together you and me.

You were different, but I didn’t care.

A free spirit who was misunderstood,

With your wild eyes, and golden hair.

But as I grew, you did not.

And it’s sad to be so far away.

But I’ve never left. I’m still right here.

But you keep slipping away.

Slipping away, further each day.

Come back to me. Come back to me.

Slipping away, further each day.

Come back to me, Come back to me.

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