“I’m sorry, what was the question?” I ask.
“Can you be ready to tour in six months?” Tom asks, his tone stiff.
“No way. I don’t see us getting close to finishing our album and getting ourselves together that quickly,” I respond and look to Dax for the assist.
“I think we can all agree that six months is way too soon.” Dax jumps in, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“How about a compromise?” Tom interjects.
Dax raises his eyebrow and leans forward. “Compromise?”
“Let’s plan a small venue acoustic tour where you play your current albums and work on the new album on the road. We could potentially film it, following you as you tour various cities.”
Tristan smirks. “The Foo Fighters just did something similar with Sonic Highways. Although it wasn’t acoustic, it’s too close to copying their last tour.”
Tom shoves his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ve exhausted my ideas.”
Heath speaks up. “I think if we set a flexible schedule, we can get moving quicker than we all think.” He looks at me. “Garrett, what about using your recording studio? Since Alex and Tristan live close to you, we can make it easy on you guys and come out there, instead of the city?”
Dax nods and seems to like this idea. Tristan would be thrilled not to have to go into the city as much as we would need to if we were recording there. My studio at home is great but could use some upgrades.
“We’ll need to do a minor configuration change to the boards and add a second soundproof section of the room.” I turn to Tom. “Can you get some guys out next week or the week after so we can run through specs?”
“It’s going to cost money. You know this, right?” Tom replies.
Dax turns to the record executives. “If you want us on the road in twelve months, this is our deal on the table. The label handles all modifications to Garrett’s studio or we push the start of our tour out indefinitely.”
Tom is clearly useless in this negotiation and Dax has taken control.
The executives huddle at the end of the conference table, and by the end of their whispered discussion, they’re all nodding their heads in agreement.
After a few more discussion topics, the meeting is adjourned and we all file out of the crowded conference room.
Alex approaches me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “How’re you doing, bro?”
“Hanging in there,” I say.
“Thanks for offering your studio.”
“Well, Heath offered it up and I just agreed. I don’t want to let my current situation affect the rest of these guys. I don’t want to let them down, you know?”
We talk in code because the label has no idea what’s going on. Our publicist advised me to keep Kai and his existence secret until he’s healthy enough to share with the world. We don’t need the extra stress of stalkers at my house.
“Tabby and the kids would love to come meet your little man. Just let me know when. She’s been itching to get over to see him. I just don’t want her getting any ideas.” He laughs. “Little Noah is in his terrible two’s, and trust me, this factory is closed for a while.”
It’s been so long since I’ve seen Tabby and the kids that I didn’t even think Noah was walking yet. “Wow, you must have your hands full.”
“You will soon.” He chuckles. “Gotta run. See you in a few weeks?”
I nod and he takes off.
“Ready?” Heath says as he approaches me.
“Yeah.”
“Hey, sorry about that in there. I just didn’t want to see our whole deal fall apart with the label. They were squirming in their seats for a while, and I was worried they were going to force a contract restructuring or something like that.”
“It’s okay. I think this arrangement will work.” I just hope it doesn’t bother Sam. She’s so used to it being quiet and somewhat peaceful at my place. I should have run this by her before I said yes. What if this disturbs Kai too much?
The drive home is short, and Heath drops me at the front door. “Want to come in for a beer?” He looks at me funny. I’ve never been super social with him, but somehow the two of us always wind up together.
“Nah, I’m exhausted.” He looks in his rearview mirror as another car is pulling up behind him.
Cassie parks next to Heath’s car and the passenger door flies open. Sam yells, “Heyyy!” and practically falls out of the car.
Holy shit, she’s wasted.
Heath laughs and puts his car in reverse. “Glad to see you’ve got this under control, G. Happy birthday.” He backs up, and I can see him laughing down my long driveway.
“I’m really sorry, Garrett. I don’t know how she got like this,” Cassie says and runs to help Sam into the house.
“You gave me shotsssss,” she says almost incoherently.
“Only a couple. Sam, what else did you drink?”
Sam mumbles something and goes limp in Cassie’s arms. “A little help?” she calls out to me, and I rush to help get Sam inside.
We bring her right upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Sam falls onto the bed, and I leave her with Cassie.
I walk down the hallway toward Kai’s room. Peggy steps out into the hallway, holding him in her arms. He’s sound asleep and looks content. Good.
“I thought I heard the girls come in. Are they here?” she whispers.
“Yeah, Sam may have had a little too much to drink,” I warn her, and she smiles.
“It’s been a while since she got out, and I expected she would enjoy herself a little too much.” She shakes her head and turns to go back inside his room.
“You can go home tonight, if you want,” I suggest. “I can take care of Kai if you need me to.”
“That’s okay. It’s your birthday too, so you both should have the night off.”
“How did you know?” I ask Peggy, curious. I don’t make a habit of telling many people.
“Your mother called the house phone earlier and she mentioned it.”
Cassie emerges from the guest room down the hall. “I’m so sorry, I thought I only gave her a few drinks, but wow, she’s a mess.” She giggles a little and walks down the stairs. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave. I left our friends at the bar and I’m the designated driver.”
She disappears through the front door, and Peggy says, “Why don’t you get some rest? Happy birthday, Garrett.”
I walk past the room where Sam is passed out, and I’m tempted to peek in. I restrain myself and head toward the other end of the floor where my room is.
I strip down to my boxers and climb into my huge bed. I sink into the mattress and immediately fall asleep.
I WAKE UP WITH A START, and I feel my covers being pulled off of me. What the hell? I look at my feet, and Sam is curled up at the end of the bed and she’s attempting to roll herself in my comforter. She seems disoriented, and I whisper, “Sam? What are you doing?”
Startled, she sits up straight and pulls the blanket up to cover her chest.
“Where am I?” she asks, clearly confused.
“You’re in my room,” I state, and she gasps.
“How did I get here?”
“I have no idea.”
She looks around, her eyes squinted. “Wow, I feel like shit.” She holds her head, and she doesn’t look so good. I glance over at the clock, and it’s almost five in the morning. The blanket shifts and I see she’s wearing a tight tank top.
“I guess you don’t know how long you’ve been in here?” I ask her.
Her embarrassment is evident, and she begins to get up.
“Wait,” I say to her, doing everything in my power to stop a half-naked Sam from leaving my room. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just insanely hung-over.” She plants her hands into the mattress, pressing downward. She seems to be trying to steady herself.
“Why don’t you lie down for a second. It may help you feel better.” I can’t believe what I’ve suggested, and she does so without hesitation. She’s no longer at the foot of the bed but closer to the headboard. She tucks her knees up toward her chest, and they brush up against my thigh. Her legs are bare. Is she wearing pants?