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 enough hours, we wouldn't make money. Within a month Lini had us running like clockwork.
"Anything for today?"
"Uh-huh. You have a meeting at noon with Bryn. He likes what you did on what he sent over and he has some new material he wants to run by you. Sort of unfair for you two to be working together. Maybe you'll give it a rest for a while and let someone else win a Grammy."
Bryn Lake was one of the best songwriters working. Labels paid the two of us astronomical amounts of money and a piece of the back-end when they wanted sure-fire hits for someone new they wanted to push. He specialized in pop and I focused on rock. We balanced each other out and worked well together. To be honest, he was the more talented of the two of us, but he couldn't play guitar, so I had that going for me.
I'd kept writing after I dropped out of the band and had gotten enough acclaim and awards after giving the songs to old friends that I was offered gigs as a song doctor. Bryn and I would write together or fix someone else's work. We both moaned and groaned to the labels about how hard it was to write in someone else's style, but it was all bullshit. We could fix something within a couple of days.
He was always either back home in England or traveling, so we did everything via teleconferencing. It was another way for me to keep my toe in the industry water without actually playing gigs. Those days were long gone. I could BS with Bryn, exercise that creative muscle, make some damned good money and live my quiet life.
When we were done talking, Lini left and I went back to staring at my laptop. There was just something off about that little girl and her mom. It kept poking around at the edges of my brain. Eventually, I sighed and picked up my phone.
Her voice was slightly raspy like Amy Winehouse's had been. It sounded oddly warm and as if it was from someone who had truly lived life.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ms. Reilly. This is Alex from Afterglow Studios. We, uh, well, you know who I am."
"Oh, hi Alex. You can just call me Em, you know."
There was a hint of teasing in her voice, a flirty kind of undertone that I liked. As much as I liked it, it also made me nervous.
"Uh, listen, I put some thought into it and I'd be happy to teach Leia."
"Oh. That's... Look, I wasn't trying to get you to do it yourself, I just wanted recommendations or to see if one of the people there were looking for a side gig. No offense, but are you... There's no right way to put this, so I'll just say it. You any good?"
I chuckled. "I think I can handle it."
"Okay. Are most of your students advanced?"
"No, I, uh, I haven't taught in a while. Quite a while."
"Yeah? And something changed?"
"Actually, it's been too long. I enjoyed it when I taught. Immensely. I sort of put that behind me when... Well, I changed my life a lot and gave up teaching. I think I'd like to get back into it."
"Yeah, okay. I don't really know anything about this. How often should she get a lesson? Once a week? And... You know, I really should have opened with this. Um, I appreciate the offer and everything, but how much do you charge?"
"It's on the house."
"No, seriously. I can't accept that. How much?"
"Really, if I want to get my chops back as an instructor I need a beginner student and it wouldn't be right to charge you when I'm not on top of my game. How about $25.00? And twice a week? My schedule is pretty flexible. Let me know what days and times work for you."
"Tuesdays and Fridays? Say, four-thirty or five?"
"Four-thirty works. Do me a favor?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"If she brings any more cookies to sell, be careful where you unload your car. The red zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in a white zone."
She laughed.
I looked at the time on my laptop. It was still early. "Do you guys have an hour free now? Might as well get started."
"I think so, but we have to leave right after so I can head over."
"Over where?"
"Over Macho Grande."
It was my turn to laugh.
"No, I don't think I'll ever be over Macho Grande."
They arrived in less than half an hour, Leia clutching her guitar. She was a hugger and I was definitely not, so I turned as if we were going to walk back to the studio to forestall any full-on hugging attempts. As I turned to her, she looked almost hurt and I felt like shit.
She grabbed my forearm, which was a little weird. "Where's Mr. Mike?"
"His office. We have to pass right by it." I turned to her mom. "Em, did you want to join us? We can pull in a chair from the snack room or grab mine."
"Sure."
When we got to Big Mike's office Leia walked in and stood there patiently as Mike spoke on the phone, his back towards us. I cleared my throat loudly and he turned around.
Looking down at Leia, he almost smiled and continued. "Hey, I gotta call you back." He paused. "Yeah? Well, what if I don't give a fu... crap, dammit... a darn. What if I don't give a darn? Don't like it, I'll find someone else that wants our money." He paused. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
He hung up.
"Hey, darlin'. Here for a lesson?"
"Yup, and I brought these for you." She handed him a brown paper lunch bag.
"You did? What is it?"
"A sleeve of Thin Mints, but I froze them. They're the best that way and you like Thin Mints, so... And I put them in the bag to keep them cold."
"Well, that was really, really nice. How much do I owe you?"
She looked surprised. "No, those were from my own cookies. I bought some with my chore money."
"You... No, let me give you something."
"It's... I wanted to just do something nice. I didn't want any money."
She sounded hurt and it was like something broke inside Mike.
"Oh, sweetie, that was... um, okay. Ah, thanks, that was really, uh, nice. I, uh, listen, don't start crying or anything, okay? I really like them. I'll have some now. It was nice'a you to think of me."
He opened the bag and then the plastic sleeve of cookies and popped one in his mouth.
"Delicious."
"Okay, see you later! Today's my first lesson!"
She pushed his hula-girl again, starting it swaying. The crotchety old fuck had a smile on his face. What was the world coming to?
I'd forgotten how tedious it could be to teach beginners. I'd also forgotten how contagious their excitement was when they heard themselves do something the right way and produce the right tones. Leia was nothing if not passionate. She'd clearly practiced Happy Birthday and Shake it Off.
She put her hand on my arm again. "Where did you get your tattoos, Mr. Alex?"
"Just Alex is fine. A bunch of places. I used to travel a lot when I was younger. I'd find the best in whatever city I was in and go there."
"I like them. They're different than Mom's. This one looks sort of scary."
She'd pointed to one on my left forearm. "It's a Japanese Oni. They're supposed to be scary. I got it done in Osaka."
"It's sorta cool. I want to get one when I get older. When did you get your first one?"
"Uhm, wow. I guess I was eighteen. A long time ago."
"EIGHTEEN! That's... That's so old!"
Em stifled a giggle. It wasn't quite so funny to me.
"Yeah, real old. Let's get started."
We spent our time going over some basics. She was studiously watching her fingers as we went through repetition after repetition. I was able to talk her through it and simultaneously fish my phone from my pocket and text Em.
Invest in earplugs.
A minute later she checked her phone and snorted with laughter. I got a quick reply back.
I thought I had a good poker face. That obvious?
Sorta.
I thought I was done with this after I went through it w Jimmy.
I smiled. Sorry. Two in one family. Brutal.
She snorted again. It was sort of cute.
When we were done, I walked them to the front door. Leia wanted to give me a hug and this time I didn't turn away. I'd rather feel uncomfortable for a few seconds than like an asshole for the rest of the day.
I turned to Em. "So, you'll be back on Tuesday?"
She grinned. "Unless Leia learns how to drive in the next few days, yeah."
"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
Then there was the crushing humiliation, the intense mortification of losing my shit at the dude who stopped us. And that got a thousand times worse as Alex glared at me, annoyance still written across his face as he refused to let me get away without telling him what I was talking about."Well?" he asked testily as I froze."Can we talk about it somewhere else?" I asked quietly."What? I just had to—""Please, Alex." My voice shook and I turned even redder, more pissed at myself for sounding pathetic than I was embarrassed. "Just your car, even?"He almost said no. Then he studied me for a moment, sighed, and jerked his head towards the parking lot. We said nothing as we walked through the lot, save for Alex pointing out which car was his and me mumbling a quick "thank you" as he opened the passenger door for me."Flustered" and "flattered" were then added to the growing list of emotions I was experiencing.He got into the driver's seat but didn't turn the key. I tried to collect my
I got out of the car before he could say anything else. My pulse threatened to burst through my skin as I unlocked the front door, not looking behind me, not checking to see if he followed. When the front door shut with a quiet click behind me, I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding, though my shoulders slumped with disappointment.At least, they did for the ten seconds or so before Alex pulled the door open again.I turned towards him; he reached for me. Without a second thought, his lips were pressed against mine, urgent and soft and leaving me breathless. It was like being showered with sparks, like something had burst above us and was raining electricity and heat and desire over us in the front hallway.I had never wanted someone so badly in my life.His hands were confident, one holding the back of my head as he kissed me and the other sliding to my waist and around my back, pulling my body tight against his. I gasped as he bit at my lip, tongue flicking over the sp