Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story
- Автор: Lister Ann
- Серия: Sheet Music #1
- Год: 2011
- Язык: голландский
- Год: Lulu.com
- ISBN: 9781105173578
- Жанр: Прочая древняя литература
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“I’ll be staying at Taylor’s apartment,” she said. “I’ll call you when I get there.”
“I’d like that.”
She smiled weakly and then turned to leave. Michael reached out and caught her hand by the fingertips. “Come here,” he said, pulling her softly against his chest in an intimate embrace. Her face fell easily into the bend of his neck. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, drawing her sweet scent into his lungs as if he may never get the chance to do so again. Despair tugged at his heart. Her departing felt permanent and it killed him inside.
“I love you,” he sighed. “Distance and time won’t change that, Annie.”
The next few days were filled with great highs but without having Michael to share them with, the victories were empty. Most importantly, she and Lacey took advantage of the time and openly talked about Michael. In the end, she felt comfortable with Lacey's history with him. It was as Michael had said, a friendship with benefits and nothing more.
In a moment of clarity, Annie decided to share the secret she had been harboring for the last week. It was a secret she had wanted to tell Michael before she left, but their fight had distracted her and she changed her mind. Now, feeling the need to reveal it, she blurted it to Lacey.
“I’m pregnant.”
“What?” Lacey asked, nearly falling off the couch.
Annie shrugged nervously. “I took a home pregnancy test before I came here and it was positive. Michael doesn’t know yet.”
“Can I ask why not?”
“It didn’t feel like the right time. We were fighting before I left. How could I drop a bomb on him like that, and then leave?”
“You have to tell him,” Lacey said.
“I know. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I want him to know.”
Lacey shoved the cordless phone into Annie’s face and left the room.
Annie sat silent for several minutes, contemplating her words, then dialed the number for Michael’s cell phone before she changed her mind. It was noon and she wondered if he’d be awake. With each ring, her heart beat louder in her chest. Finally, the phone was picked up.
“Yeah,” an agitated voice spoke to her.
“Brian, is that you?”
“Yeah, who’s this?” he asked.
“It’s me. Annie. Is Michael there?”
“Yeah, he’s sitting on the couch with the headphones on and his guitar twitching in his lap. As if you’ve never seen him do that before! I swear if that thing had a pussy, he’d be screwing it.”
She laughed nervously, instantly getting a visual of Michael in her mind.
“Annie, I want to apologize for our last conversation. The last thing I wanted to do…”
“Brian, don’t worry about it. I’ve fixed the situation and we’re all comfortable with the history. No harm done. Seriously.”
“You have no idea how bad I felt.”
“No problem. Forget about it.” she exhaled. “Are you two working on new material?”
“Always. I came over a few days ago with my keyboard. How’s New York?”
“Great, but very tiring.”
“Welcome to the big leagues.”
There was a silent pause in the conversation and Annie could hear the familiar twang of Michael’s guitar in the background. “How is Michael?” she tentatively asked.
“Lonely.” Silence fell again. “He’s feeling pretty bad about your fight.”
“Me too.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then nothing else matters.”
“You’re right.”
“In matters of the heart, my dear, I’m always right,” Brian’s voice cackled, and with that comment, his five minutes of serious conversation had come to a quick end. “Would you like to talk to him? I’m assuming you didn’t call to talk to me. Then again, maybe you did.”
“Yes, Brian, please put him on the phone.”
“Okay,” he replied. “Hey, dickhead. Your wife is on the phone,” he yelled at Michael.
A few seconds later Michael was on the phone. “Hey.”
Annie shivered when she heard his voice, soft and smooth like satin. “Hi, it’s me.”
“How’s New York?” he asked, getting up off the couch and going into his bedroom for privacy.
“It’s been a real challenge, but I love it,” she replied. She curled up on a chair with her feet tucked beneath her and got comfortable. “I’m exhausted from the practice schedule.”
“You’ll get used to it. Are they still using that old warehouse for practice?” he asked, sprawling out on the bed.
“Yep, and it has several holes in the roof now. It’s disgusting, but the acoustics are great.”
“Some things never change.”
“We played our first club gig the other night, down in the Village. The gig was booked last minute, otherwise I would have told you about it. A total surprise to the people that were there but they loved us.”
He could hear the excitement in her voice and smiled. “That sounds great, Annie. I’m glad it’s working out for you.”
“I like it much better than playing with my old band but I’d never tell them that.”
“It’s all about chemistry.”
A deafening silence floated between them. Then Annie spoke. “I’m sorry I haven’t called since the night I got here but I guess I wasn’t ready.”
“I wanted to call you but I also knew how much you needed the space.”
“I appreciate that.”
Another long pause and Annie’s palms began to sweat against the phone. “I’ve spent a lot of time talking to Lacey this week.”
“Oh, great,” he sighed.
“No, it was good. I had questions and she was really cool about it. Everything is okay now. I’m comfortable with it and so is she.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“I was wondering if we could get together this weekend and talk. I have something that I really need to tell you. I wanted to tell you before I left for New York but the timing wasn’t right.”
“Sounds intriguing. Do you want me to come to New York?” he asked, feeling hopeful.
“Actually, I was thinking of flying up to see you, if that would be okay. Taylor didn’t schedule practice on Friday, so I’ll be done tomorrow night.”
“Okay. Sounds good.”
“Michael?”
“Yeah?”
“I really miss you.”
He closed his eyes and grinned, feeling relief washing over him. “I’m glad to hear it, Annie. I miss you too.”
“I’ll see you on Friday.”
“I’ll be here.”
Michael walked out into the living room with a smile a mile wide. Brian noticed it and let out a loud catcall while clapping his hands above his head.
“Looks like it was good news,” Brian said.
“She wants to fly back here on Friday and spend the weekend so we can talk,” he said, flopping onto the couch and reaching for his guitar. The smile was still frozen on his face.
“Friday is two days away,” Brian commented.
“I know.”
“You’re not going to wait until Friday, are you?” Brian asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nope.”
“Would you like to share a taxi to the airport?”
Both men broke out in laughter.
“You read my mind,” Michael smiled.
“I’ll call the pilot and have him meet us at the airport,” Brian suggested, already packing his things into his empty duffel bag. “We’ll have him fly me back to Boston first, then take you on to New York.”
“Fine. Let’s do it.”
The Lear jet received clearance from Martha’s Vineyard air traffic control tower and quickly taxied down the airstrip bound for Boston. Michael and Brian were the plane’s only passengers. It was nothing out of the ordinary for them. They had logged enough frequent-flyer miles to bankrupt any commercial airline.