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 as his world crashed down around him.
"Who is this guy?" I asked when he pulled away, roughly wiping his face.
"Dunno. Some writer."
"Who the fuck names their kid Curt Llama?"
A wet, sniveling laugh bubbled from Jimmy's throat.
"Uncle Jimmy?"
Leia was peering into the room from the kitchen. Jimmy tensed, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
"Hey, munchkin."
The only thing Leia could do was rush over and hug him. Luckily, it was probably the only thing in the world that would make Jimmy really feel just a little bit better.
**
Alex POV
I was more leaning on the stool than sitting on it as I noodled through some thoughts I had with the guitar. Bryn thought that we were pretty much done and just needed a hook for our latest song and I was letting my fingers and brain operate independently, hoping they'd meet somewhere in hooksville. Leaning over, I jotted down some stuff in my notepad and then got back to it.
There was a brief knock and then Lini opened the door for Leia. Her gap-toothed smile was wide and she was carrying the acoustic with pride. The video and audio allowed Em to watch and hear us while she waited in reception. It had been about six weeks and she'd finally started feeling comfortable sitting in reception and watching the monitor once in a while.
I pulled out my phone. We regularly had musicians in the studios at two and three in the morning doing who the hell knows what, so our security service had us hooked up with live feeds from almost every conceivable angle. I pulled up the reception area and saw Em sitting there, thumbing through a magazine. She was wearing jeans and a tight dark blue tee with a faded Betty Boop image.
She looked good. Real good.
"Mr. Alex?"
"Yeah, sorry honey. Let's get to it." I looked at the image again before putting the phone down.
Leia's feet dangled as she sat on a stool next to me and she began chattering, telling me about her practicing and how her dog would listen to her playing, which led to a discussion about her dog and how he wouldn't obey any commands. It was a problem, but insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I constantly had to reign her in and help her focus, but that was part of the job when teaching kids. The upside is that her brain was like a sponge, soaking up everything she was taught at a crazy rate.
She was going to have to grow into the instrument before she got any sort of mastery, but in spite of her tiny hands, she was making amazing progress. Yes, she was raw and new, but everyone was at some point in their playing. It was evident that she practiced frequently.
I waited for a pause before interrupting.
"Remember when you asked about the Oni?" I turned my arm over to show the tat. "You seemed disappointed that you wouldn't be able to get any tattoos until you were the ripe old age of eighteen, so I thought I'd help out."
Reaching past her, I grabbed the paper bag and handed it to her. Eyes wide, she paused and then opened it. To say she wasn't impressed would be an understatement. She looked like a kid that had grabbed the biggest present under the tree and ripped off the wrapping only to discover it was a dictionary.
I wasn't sure what to say. "Um, they're temporary tattoos. You can..."
"Thanks. That was really nice, but I'm almost eight. These are for kids."
"Yeah, sorry. I wasn't really thinking. I, uh, I knew a little boy once that really loved them, but yeah, he was younger than you. They had to be Star Wars. All those weird characters and... Well, you're not here for that. Let's get to it."
Twelve lessons in and she was, if anything, more enthusiastic than she was on the first day. I wasn't interested in pretending that she was anything other than what she was; a passionate, talented child with less than two months of guitar under her belt. That being said, she had what her uncle didn't, she played with heart.
Maybe he had at one time, but if so, it was long gone. I wrote another article about him and I heard that he hadn't shown up in LA for a meeting with his label. What's worse is that they hadn't pressed him.
If they don't give a fuck, that's a very, very bad sign.
As important as Guitar Player was in the industry and as solid as my writing could be, I didn't have that sort of sway. He must have been pissing some important people off for a while. Someone should have explained the rules. If you're going to be an asshole, you have to be a genius or so established that they can't ax you. He was neither. I'd gone out of my way to listen to some of his early work on YouTube of all places. He'd had promise. That promise was traded in for pablum.
Jimmy Reilly became style over substance with a heaping tablespoon of prima donna.
We'd been going for a while when Leia stopped playing.
"Do you know an old group named Mettic?" she asked.
"Medic? No. Like a doctor?"
"Um, I don't know. They have a song about puppets. Uncle Jimmy likes them. They're his favorite."
"Do you maybe mean Metallica?"
"Yeah! That's them. Can you teach me the puppets song?"
"That's a... You mean 'Master of Puppets', right? Like this?" I played a bit of the song.
She nodded her head. "That's the song!"
"That's a bit advanced for you, Leia. Maybe in a while, we can work on part of the song."
"Can we do a little? Just a small part?"
"Uhm, let me see if I can figure something out for next time. Why?"
"Uncle Jimmy's sad all the time and I thought maybe if I can play his favorite song... I don't know, it was probably stupid."
"No, honey, it wasn't stupid. It was really nice. Let me think about it, okay?"
Leia and I worked for an hour and twenty before I looked up at the clock and realized we were over.
"Hey, look at that. Twenty minutes past an hour. You owe me, Leia. I'll take the extra pay in more cookies."
She looked concerned. "The cookies are done. They only have them for a while. I can maybe get some from the store."
"I was just kidding, kiddo. We're good. Let's get out there to your mom. She's probably wondering if you stole Mike's hula-girl and escaped out the back."
She laughed and we went out to meet up with Em.
"Mom, we need to get Mr. Alex some cookies 'cause we kept going after an hour."
I raised my hands. "I was just joking with her. I don't need any cookies."
Em smiled. "How about dinner? I sort of was hoping... Well, it can wait. Are you available this weekend at all?"
Her voice got that raspy, warm quality to it again. I had to stop myself from leaning towards her.
"Uhm, yeah. Saturday?"
"Saturday'll work. Five?"
"Sure. Can I bring anything?"
"No, we're set. I'll text you the address."
They left and I went back to my office, stunned. Was this a date? Did I just agree to a date with a woman who was at least twenty-five years younger than I was? I needed to talk to her about Leia playing in a recital anyway, so whatever this was I could at least get that done, but... yeah, I was lost.
On Saturday, I showed up at the address at ten to five. I checked my breath, ran my fingers through my hair, grabbed the bag and walked up to the door. Em answered, leaning down to prevent her dog from jumping on me, and stepped out of the way so I could enter.
"Leia's at her friend's. C'mon in."
"Thanks. I brought a cake. Didn't want to come empty-handed. I..."
Fuck.
Jimmy was sitting at her kitchen table. He'd shaved his head and was wearing a ripped "Farewell to Kings" tee and faded jeans. He looked like a thinner, taller Henry Rollins. It was completely unfair. He looked like a rock star with the long hair and looked like an edgier rock star with the shaved head thing. There was no way I could pull that off. The prick.
"Jimmy wanted to talk to you," Em said.
Great. Just fucking great.
**
Em POV
Alex looked at me like I'd laid a trail of candy for him to follow only to then shove him in a pit of snakes lined with speakers blasting Leia's rendition of "Hey Soul Sister" on repeat. Guilt tugged at my chest, worsening when I noted that Alex was dressed just a touch nicer than usual. He'd frozen just half a step away from me in the cramped front hall and I could smell the faint scent of a lightly spiced cologne.
Oh my God. He'd thought it was a date.
Even worse, I was more disappointed about it not being a date--even though I hadn't realized I'd asked him on one--than I was about the fact that he thought it was a date in the first place.
But that was a problem for another time. The immediate issue was the fact that Alex was staring at me like I'd kicked a puppy.
I cleared my throat. "So, uh, I mentioned to Jimmy you were stopping by for dinner and he asked if he could... um, talk to you."
"I would've called the studio but I'm still banned," Jimmy added unhelpfully.
"Wasn't my doing," Alex said. He seemed to resign himself to the situation and stepped in the house further. If I hadn't known better, I would have said he looked cautiously arrogant as he brought the cake to the kitchen, Jimmy watching warily while he sipped a can of Diet Coke.
I raised my eyebrows at Jimmy, trying to silently communicate with him.
You promised me this wouldn't be a pissing match.
He seemed to get the message and jerked his shoulders helplessly. Another pang of guilt and I sighed, trying not to clench my jaw.
"Can I get you something to drink, Alex? Dinner's just about ready."
"Uh, yeah. Please."
"We have Coke, Diet Coke, grape soda, orange soda, apple juice. Any of those things mixed with vodka. Or beer. Or, um, water, I guess."
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
Big Mike took a deep pull of his Cherry Coke and signaled for the waitress. "Can I get the check and another one of these," he pointed to his plate. "to go? Thanks.""I got it, Mike.""Nah, you get the next one.""Okay, thanks. So, Leia did really good, right?""At what?"I paused. "The recital. Playing. Nervous, but she settled in. She even did that little foot stomp thing like Jimmy. Cute as hell.""Wasn't there, but good to hear it went well.""You... What? Sure you were. She saw you. When she first came out.""Nope. Forgot all about it. I'll make the next one.""You shitting me?""I said I'll be there, I'll be there.""That's not what I meant and you know it.""Yeah, whatever."Pushing back in my chair, I looked across the table at him."Are you pissed at me?"He threw his napkin on his plate. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fucking pissed. It's been a quarter of a fucking century. What the hell is wrong with you? I wasn't close to Rebecca, not like I was with you, but I knew her. Probably bette
Eyes still flashing, she leaned back and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I guess that was something. She wasn't just storming out."I'm not a psychic, and I'm not trying to make any stupid claims that make me into anything other than a jackass that shit all over Jimmy, but his wasn't a story with a happy ending. And yeah, I was a dick. I got it. For the time it took to write those articles and for all the effort it took to avoid telling you it was me, yeah. A big dick."But I'm not going to fall on my sword and pretend that's the whole story. He's sober. He didn't just get sober, he's staying sober. He's cleaned up. He's playing better than ever before. You know where he was yesterday? He was the reward for a high school band class. They averaged an eighty-five for a big test or some shit and he went in and spent the afternoon with them. Jimmy. Mr. Rock Star spent his afternoon jamming with some high school kids because they got good grades. He plays with Leia all the time.