Em POV
"...that bitch ass motherfucker—"
"Watch your fucking mouth," I spat.
Jimmy rolled his eyes at me, still glaring down at his phone. I took two steps across the small kitchen, snatched the phone from his hands, and turned off the ridiculously-fast twanging of some metal song before it made my nerves snap. Pepper whined from beneath the table, his tail thumping against the chair leg.
"Hey!"
"I don't want to hear this crap right now."
"This crap is how I make my fucking living, Em."
"It won't be for long if you keep acting like you did today."
"That was—"
"—bullshit, it was absolute fucking bullshit." I peered down the hallway, where a mostly off-key rendition of The Birthday Song floated out from Leia's bedroom, and lowered my voice to a hiss. "You embarrassed the shit out of me."
"I embarrassed you? You were supposed to be directing my goddamn photo shoot and you took off!"
"You threw a tantrum! An actual tantrum, Jimmy! In front of Leia!"
"That old dude—"
"—was teaching Leia how to play the guitar, because all she's talked about for the past six months is how Uncle Jimmy says he's gonna teach her to play the guitar and Uncle Jimmy's going to come this weekend and show her how to play the guitar and Uncle Jimmy promised that next weekend—"
"I've been a bit busy, if you hadn't noticed," he said icily.
"Maybe if you put down the booze once in a damn while—"
"Who the hell are you to talk? You were just as—"
"Don't even go there with me." I turned towards him, and whatever look was across my face made him shut up. "Yeah, I did stupid shit when I was twenty, too. But I didn't have the kind of money you do, and that severely limited the stupid shit I could do. And hey, it worked out for me, because I got Leia out of it and you damn well know I wouldn't trade her for anything in the entire universe, but you know what she didn't get out of it?"
"A father. I fucking know, you've told me—"
"Then why do I have to tell you again?"
He folded his arms across his chest, looking far more like a pouty, emo pre-teen than a man of twenty with a music career. I took a breath and ran a hand through my hair.
"Jimmy, I get growing up wasn't easy—"
"Oh, and here we go with the traumatic childhood bullshit—"
"Fuck off, are you serious?"
He fell silent as I glared at him.
"I'm sorry I left you at home when I took off. You were ten. I was eighteen. I clearly couldn't even take care of myself, let alone my kid brother, as proven by the fact that I got knocked up like, two years later."
He put his hand on his hip in an insultingly exaggerated effeminate pose. "'And I could have let you just live on the streets when you got kicked out, Jimmy, but out of the goodness of my heart I took you in and for the past five years I've done nothing but love you and support you.'"
His high-pitched mocking of my voice hurt me more than it irritated me, though it was incredibly irritating. Taking another deep, shaky breath, I swallowed the hurt and put my hand on the counter.
"I will be taking Leia to get guitar lessons from someone else."
"I can do it for free. Someone else is gonna cost you—"
"I don't care. I don't want you teaching her right now."
Jimmy fell silent, pain and confusion furrowed into his brow. His mouth opened but for once, he didn't speak.
"We've had this conversation a million times. You're drinking too much. You're partying too much. You want to live the rock star lifestyle, fine. But you will not be exposing my daughter to that kind of toxicity while you do."
"I'm not—"
"It's not up for discussion." I folded my arms and leaned against the counter as Jimmy stared at me. "You are drunk. Like, literally right now. You're drunk, and you have been for hours. I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect role model for you, I'm sorry we had shit parents, but you can't keep throwing that in my face. I'm trying to do better for her. And right now, you aren't better."
"You can't." The words were slurred, but beneath the layers of bourbon-scented breath was a pleading desperation. "She's my niece, you can't stop me from seeing her."
"I can, actually, but I won't. That would hurt her more than it would hurt you. But you're not going to be teaching her to play guitar, and as long as you keep acting like you did today or showing up drunk or high or whatever, you're not going to be allowed around her."
Jimmy wasn't used to being told "no" anymore. Part of it was the amount of ass-kissing thrust upon him by his manager and fans, but a larger part of it was the intense anger he could muster up in a single stare. His magazine covers all featured that seething scowl, a trademark of his that he had been using to intimidate people for years.
It didn't intimidate me, however. Not only had its effect on me worn off after years of seeing it, but it was also hard to feel intimidated by someone whose dirty diapers I had changed and who I'd had to mother in place of our actual mother.
Still, I felt myself breathe a sigh of relief when Jimmy stood up and stumbled from my kitchen to the front door. I watched as he got in the back of an expensive black car that looked completely out of place in my neighborhood.
I knew its departure also meant my doorbell would be ringing in approximately five minutes. When it did, I had already opened two beers and had a bag of popcorn in the microwave.
"It's open!" I called over the sound of Pepper barking.
The pattering of two children running—one from her bedroom to the front door, the other from the front door to the bedroom—was immediate.
"Baylee, be polite! Say hi to Em."
"Hi, Em!" called a young voice.
"Baylee I got a guitar!" shrieked Leia.
With that, the girls were off, and Kelsie was wandering into my kitchen.
"So what's the latest?"
Kelsie was my best friend. We stuck together like flies on paper. Baylee and Leia had been in the same class since kindergarten and had thankfully been practically inseparable since. As far as I knew, Kelsie and I were the only two single moms in the girls' class, and that was reason enough to ostracize us. It didn't help that both of us looked... well, a little less clean-cut than most of the moms.
I had taken most of my piercings out after having Leia, but Kelsie kept all of hers: eyebrow, lip, nose, and tongue were the visible ones. She had a few tattoos, but not many; I would need to wear a floor-length turtleneck poncho with mittens to cover all of mine. She dyed her hair multiple colors; mine was naturally dark.
Together, we were clearly those moms. Other moms joked about drinking coffee until it was socially acceptable to drink wine. Kelsie and I had definitely shared a flask of whiskey more than once during a soccer game.
I told her the story of the day as we sat at the kitchen table, drinking beer and eating popcorn, throwing the occasional piece to the dog begging at our feet.
"So this guy, Alex, is showing Leia how to play guitar when Jimmy walks in and just tears him a new one. And like, he's clearly someone with the studio, because he just... gave Leia a guitar. Like, had one of his people give it to her. And I'd already started taking off because I was humiliated by Jimmy's tantrum, so I didn't even get to thank him."
"Hmm. Was he cute?"
I had to think about it for a moment. The short answer was yes, really. There had been something enticing about Alex, something almost familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was like being reminded of someone, but not being able to pinpoint who.
"I mean, he was... I don't know. Sure. In that khakis-and-golf-shirt kind of way."
"Ah. Dad-bod?"
"No!" I laughed, shaking my head. "Just like, not my type. You know. Probably too clean-cut. He had some great tattoos though."
"We both know you love your tattoos."
"I do. He was also like, way older than me."
"Hmm. Too bad."
I took another sip of beer. "Anyway. Now I have to figure out how I'm going to pay for guitar lessons."
"Jimmy should be paying for them."
"I'm not asking Jimmy for money."
"If you would just get over your pride—"
"That's not it. I just... it's weird. He already spoils Leia. He paid off the house."
"He could have bought you a better house."
"I like this house." I shook my head before she could speak again. "It doesn't matter. I'm not asking Jimmy for money."
"Why don't you go back to the studio tomorrow? Ask this Alex for suggestions and thank him for the guitar?"
"Not a bad idea, actually." Finishing my beer, I grinned. "And hey, two birds, one stone. Leia still has to sell an entire case of Girl Scout cookies. Maybe she can charm some of the staff while she's there."
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Alex POV
Big Mike and I each had our own office and shared a common office where we met with clients. We had no need to be in the center of the city and space was cheap, so we built for comfort. I'd dragged a decent chair into his office and we were going over monthly bookings. He sat on a metal folding chair behind his desk as we worked. It was a weird point of pride with him and he'd look at my ergonomic chair with disdain whenever he saw it.
For people outside the industry, musicians and singers were legends. In the industry, people like Mike were the legends. His basic uniform had been the same since the '80s; shorts to his knees, black socks, sneakers, and a Hawaiian shirt. A large man, he'd been terrifying back in the day. He'd managed some of the biggest bands in history and was as professional as anyone could hope for, unless he felt someone was messing with what he termed "my people."
If he felt you'd ripped off a band somehow, start running. And don't try to hide in hell, 'cause I was pretty sure that Satan was terrified of Big Mike and would give you up in a minute. Have a deal with a site manager and he didn't live up to his obligated percentage of concession sales during a concert? Mike paid him a visit and the situation was rectified immediately. The label playing games? He'd hire the biggest, scariest lawyers you'd ever seen and forensic accountants that would find Jimmy Hoffa just to rifle through his wallet.
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Mike was the center of more urban legends than Ozzy.He was older now and retired from managing bands, but that hadn't mellowed him much. The thing that pissed him off the most? If anyone let it be known that he was actually the nicest guy they'd ever met. There was a local father and daughter duo that played charity gigs around the area. The girl played the violin, the father played pretty much anything else; guitar, another violin, bass, etc. Big Mike was visiting his mom at a senior center they played at when he saw them playing for the residents. They sold CDs after the shows and donated the money to homes for homeless vets.The quality was crap. Mike had to fix that. So that day, he had them in a studio and they were playing as we went over the books. Gratis. He also paid for the engineer and the artist who worked on the cover. His only condition was that they never, ever mention his involvement. He'd disappeared from the studio a number of times over the years for up to two week
Alex"Alex? Knock, knock."Startled, I looked up. I'd been staring at my laptop but not seeing anything for a few minutes."Yeah, sorry, Lini. What's up?""Just wanted to go over the schedule for next week if you have a minute.""Sure."Lini was our office manager. Part of a pretty good church choir, she was the one who organized the singers when they all came in to use the studio. We must have been pretty messed up that week because she came back a few days later, told us how we were screwing everything up and presented us with a five-page typed up document about systems we could put in place for scheduling and sharing space and half a dozen other problems she saw. Then she told us we should hire her and let her take care of it.Big Mike looked at me, I nodded and he told her she was hired. That was more than fifteen years ago and it was the best decision we've made. I don't care how good we were as a collective of engineers, studio musicians, and assorted staff; if we couldn't book
"Smart ass," I muttered.She grin and crouched down near Leia. "Did you say thank you?"Leia gave me a hug again, mumbled a "thanks" and started towards their car. Em stood up and her shirt rose a little revealing a belly chain.A fucking belly chain. The hottest piece of jewelry a woman could wear. That just wasn't fair."See ya Tuesday, Alex. Thanks.'"Yeah. Not a problem."A fucking belly chain.Big Mike stopped me as I walked back through reception. "Hey, you put any thought into playing with that father-daughter band?""What the hell, Mike. I said no. I'll write them a check.""Coward.""Yeah? Go fuck yourself, you Polynesian wannabe!"I stormed off to my office. A few minutes later the phone rang."Yeah?""Italian good for lunch?""Sure. Get me some sort of pasta with chicken.""You got it. You're still a coward, but you're my coward. Make it a big check."I laughed.**Em POV"...hey soul sis... soul sister..."A sharp twang."Ain't that Mr. Mister on the... radio, stereo..."A
He was also my brother, and as I continued reading, I felt my face growing red with rage at whoever had written this about him.Sadly, Buffet couldn't shoulder the load alone, so we have another Jimmy wasting away in Margaritaville. This one is squandering his overhyped talents on trying to be a cliche and live a sybaritic lifestyle that went out of fashion decades ago.As our friends in country music might say, he's all hat and no cowboy."I'm fucked," he said as I looked up from the phone. "This is it. It's over.""None of this is exactly a lie," I said.Jimmy's forehead wrinkled. He stared down, shoulders hunched, suddenly not the man of twenty sitting on my couch but the boy of ten who'd cried as I kissed him goodbye and ran away from home."I know," he said.He cried on my shoulder. I let him, my heart breaking and relieved at the same time. I didn't want Jimmy to lose his dream, but...It wasn't the time for those thoughts. It was the time for support, to just be there for him a
He chuckled a bit. "As interesting as vodka and grape soda sounds, I'm good with water."Yeah, it definitely wasn't a date.I poured him a glass of water and considered grabbing a beer for myself. Jimmy wasn't drinking, Alex wanted water... I sighed and grabbed a Diet Coke for myself.Dinner was a simple curry with rice, yet another sign that I hadn't realized I'd asked Alex on a date. I just wanted to make something that wasn't covered in processed cheese or ketchup. My kitchen was small to begin with and the addition of the silent tension between Alex and Jimmy was making it feel unmanageably cramped. By the time I put their plates in front of them, I was seriously regretting agreeing to this.The first few bites were taken in silence. I glanced at Jimmy.Please just say whatever the fuck you wanted to say. Please.I had to think it really hard at him a few more times before he finally put his fork down, took a breath, and steadied hands that I hadn't realized had been shaking."Lei
I pressed my lips together. Leia was seven. Seven. Jimmy had been about the same age when he became obsessed with the guitar. By ten he was telling everyone he was going to be famous. He played Metallica constantly. Loud, angry, screaming music that covered the pain a little boy with shitty parents was going through."You don't know this, but Jimmy and I didn't have great parents," I said quietly. "I basically raised him. So him being kind of a dick is kind of on me. I had never been as worried about him as I was when his career was going well, and I've never been more worried about him than I am now. He's different. He's... Ever since those articles came out, he's been like a shell."Alex shifted on the couch uncomfortably but said nothing."I don't want Leia going down that path.""She won't," Alex said. "It's just a recital. And frankly, she's obsessed with Taylor Swift. Going from pop-country to metal would be... unlikely.""Can I think about it?""Yeah. Of course.""Thank you.""
"Sure. Good deal.""Jimmy, you gotta be sober. That going to be an issue?""No. I haven't touched anything in more than three weeks and I'm going to keep that up. But maybe we should start Monday. That'll give me a month dry. Sort of a nice, round number. It's not too bad. I just need to sorta get my head straight. I don't want to be flipping out on people here because I want a drink.""Okay. If that's an issue, Big Mike can help. He's my sponsor.""Your... Seriously? You're in a program?""Yup.""Um, I don't think I'm at that point, but if it's worse than I thought, I'll let you know."I believed him. He didn't have the signs of an issue so bad he'd get DTs or serious withdrawals. He went home and I told Lini and Mike. He'd be stringing instruments, teaching lessons, playing for anyone that needed it and anything else we could think of.Towards the end of the day, I got a text from Em.How many kids would be performing?Not sure. 10? Maybe?U sure she's ready?They will all be at her
"So, we've played everything you're going to play a million times at the studio, right? Same thing. You know you can do it, because you've already done it. But, if you get a little nervous, Uncle Jimmy is going to be right there and he's going to be playing along with you on his guitar. Every note of the song, just like you do at home. If you need to, just look over at him. He'll be right there with you the whole way through."Leia launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I awkwardly just stood there for a minute before reaching down and patting her back."Okay, I gotta get back to my seat. You gonna be okay? Just look at me or your mom or at Uncle Jimmy. We've got you."She nodded and when I turned to walk away, she grabbed my forearm again. "Thank you, Mr. Alex.""You're very welcome, sweetie."I tried to be as quiet as possible as I went back and took my seat. The other little kid, Leia's friend, stared at me the whole time as if I had stolen her candy. I had no