Page 142 of Hot Mess
“I dunno. That’s just always been your ringtone.”
“Hmm. And yet it annoys you.”
I grinned. “It does. How could I possibly change it?”
“Moving on to other business,” she said. “I feel like we’re stalling out. Are we stalling?”
“What, with the band?”
“Yes. The band. Please tell me you’ve been bromancing the hell out of Xander Rush and you two are BFFs by now.”
“Trying to. He’s acting like a fucking princess, though. I keep asking him to hang and he keeps making some excuse. I’m starting to feel desperate.”
“Are you?”
“Fuck it. We should just find another drummer.”
“I thought you wanted this dummer.”
“I do want this drummer.”
“Then let’s get him,” Summer said.
“Yeah.” I sucked back some beer and groaned. “I think if one more person tells me ‘I’ll think it over,’ I’m gonna shoot myself.”
“Don’t be dramatic. You’re just impatient, understandably. I am too. We’ve waited a long time for this.”
“For what, exactly?”
“For the band. You know…theband.”
She got up and paced over to the windows, looking out at the view across the water, the lights of North Vancouver glittering on the mountainside.
And I wondered what Danica was doing tonight. If she could see that view from her place.
It was Saturday night, though. She probably wasn’t even home.
Maybe she was hanging out with some other guy…
Maybe that douchy ex-boyfriend of hers.
“Do you think maybe we’re going about this wrong?” Summer said. I almost forgot she was standing there. “We’ve been putting off writing because we want to know who’s in the band and have everyone contribute to the music. But maybe we need to focus on the music first, write a few songs, and things will start to flow.”
“Maybe.”
She turned to me. “You know, maybe it’ll just come to us as we go. Come together.” She hooked an eyebrow at me. “Like you and your girl.”
“Right. Because that’s going so well.”
“Isn’t it?”
“I dunno,” I mumbled. “Sort of.”
Summer stared at me for a moment, then wandered into the music nook in the corner. Surrounded by windows, it had become my favorite place to play guitar.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“My new music nook.”
