Chapter 9 #2
I had to nudge Maca a couple of times when I saw his eyes start to close. He’d barely spoken a word the entire day, and I knew that he wasn’t in a good place. Fuck if I knew how I was going to get him through rehearsals and a show.
Lisa and Gary finally started their interview with us and asked the usual questions to start: How did we meet? How long had we been together? Then she asked us about our musical influences and what made us want to become musicians ourselves.
As usual, Billy and Tom kept their answers short, both explaining that it was all they’d ever wanted to do.
“And you, Marley. I understand your dad’s a big music fan, and that you, your brothers, and your sister, all have music-related names. Can you tell me about that?” Lisa asked.
I was a little taken aback at first because we weren’t usually asked about our families.
All anybody wanted to know about us was who we were dating, and when was the next song gonna be released.
I suppose because the show went out to an older audience, they’d mixed it up a little to what we weren’t used to. I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, my dad’s a massive music fan. He loves all music and plays the guitar and piano pretty well himself. He always encouraged us as kids.”
“There’s four of you, right?” Gary asked next.
“Yeah. Bailey’s the eldest. He was named after some bloke that makes or designs guitars.
I think my dad met him at some folk music festival or something back in the sixties, and I’m pretty sure that Bailey was his surname.
Bails can play guitar, but doesn’t often.
He runs the family building firm back in England with my dad.
Lennon, my other brother, is our manager and I think his name, and mine, are both pretty self-explanatory.
” I stop there, my eyes darting to Len’s who was standing behind Lisa off camera.
“And you have a sister too, right?” Lisa continued.
Fuck.
“Yeah, my sister’s the youngest. She’s named after one of my dad’s favourite songs and singers.” I swallowed hard, hoping that I’d given them enough.
“Which is?” Gary asked, looking amused.
Lisa was leaning back in her seat, looking smug and I got goose bumps.
Call it a sixth sense or just an acute awareness of arseholes, but my guard went up with where this interview was going.
I’d not looked at Maca once during their line of questioning.
I could feel the heat radiating from him as he sat next to me, but other than that, he sat so still and quiet that I wouldn’t have known he was there.
“Her name’s Georgia, after the song, ‘Georgia on my Mind.’ Her middle name is Rae, spelt with an E, but after the great Ray Charles.”
Lisa’s green eyes slide catlike to Maca.
“And how is Georgia doing these days, Maca? Have you guys kissed and made up? Must make things awkward, dating your best friend and bandmate’s little sister?”
Bitch.
I watched Len cover his mouth with his hand and close his eyes for a few seconds as we all waited for Maca’s response.
“From what I know, Georgia’s doing great and continuing with her education back in England,” he informed her.
“So, you guys never got back together? That’s such a shame, but I hear that there’s no shortage of ladies who are only too keen to be seen on your arm. Are you seeing anyone right now?”
“I don’t see what the fuck this has got to do with you or any other fucker,” Maca snarled at her before standing up and pulling off his mic and earpiece.
Lisa and Gary scrambled to apologise, cutting to an add break. I got up and walked towards her.
“My sister is a little girl of seventeen, trying to put her life together after you cunts shredded it to pieces. Maca is still trying to come to terms with their breakup and the trouble he brought to her door. Their split has been very well documented and that was a spiteful thing to do to him on live television. I hope you’re fucking happy with yourself,” I told her, letting my voice rise with every word.
Len was standing beside me. I thought I was about to get a bollocking when he simply said, “Not cool, Lisa. Seriously, not cool.” He turned to Billy and Tom who were still sitting on the sofa.
“C’mon, we’re done here. They’re getting no more from us.
” Len told them. Turning back to the two presenters, he continued, “Pack your shit up and get out of here.”
“Now wait a minute,” The shows director, or whoever the fuck he was, stepped in. “We still have another twenty minutes of the show to broadcast.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Play some music, show some ads, I don’t care. Just get the fuck outta my room,” Len shouted.
“Boys, go back to Marley’s room, now. Milo, stay here and make sure they pack up and go,” he ordered everyone before heading out the door and up the corridor towards my room.
“What the fuck is going on, Marls? Maca’s a mess,” Billy asked.
“Yeah, thanks for stating the fucking obvious, Bill.”
“Fuck you, Marls. Tell Len I’ll be in my room. I’m not going back to your room to watch Maca fall apart. I love the boy like a brother, but he seriously needs to put his hand up his arse and pull himself together.”
“Thanks for your sympathy. I’ll be sure to pass it on,” I spat out as Billy let himself into his room.
Tommy put his hand on my shoulder as I stopped outside my room to take a few breaths before heading in.
“Sorry, Marls. You can count me out too. My Mrs. is in my room waiting for me. I don’t need to watch Len burst a blood vessel over the state of Maca. Tell him to call my room if he needs me. I’ll see you at rehearsals.” Tommy patted me on the back before he too deserted me.
“Yeah, see ya in a bit, Tom.”
I remained standing outside my room for a few more seconds.
I felt helpless. My best mate was a fucked up mess and I didn’t know what to do about it.
I wanted to get drunk and off my face right along with him, but I knew that what he needed was for me to look after him.
Perhaps it wasn’t a bad thing that he’d finally reached his breaking point.
The timing couldn’t have been worse, but maybe he was ready to allow his head and his heart to move on, and not just his dick.
I could hear shouting from inside the room and the door swung open. Jimmie stood there, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“What the fuck, Jim? What happened?”
“Your brother, that’s what fucking happened,” she sobbed.
I stepped forward and wrapped her in my arms, still holding the door open with my shoulder. Len was standing, looking out the window as I looked into the room. His fingers were laced together, hands behind his head.
“Come back in here,” I said to Jim, guiding her back into the suite. “What the fuck’s going on?” My question was aimed at whoever wanted to answer me. Apart from Jimmie’s soft sobs, I was greeted with silence.
“Where’s Maca?” I asked.
Len swung around from the window.
“Ask that silly cow. She let him go storming off.” Len stated.
Jimmie pulled away from me and turned around. “He’s a grown fucking man. He doesn’t need my permission to go anywhere. How the fuck was I supposed to know to keep him here?” she shouted back at Len.
“You weren’t. Don’t talk to her like that, Len. None of this is her fault.”
Len tended to lash out at everyone when he was stressed. Jimmie was usually the calm one, but she’d just gotten off a flight from London, so I didn’t think she’d be feeling too chill.
Len looked from me to her, then around the room.
“I’m sorry. Come here.” He stepped towards her.
“I’m so sorry, babe. I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that, and I’m sorry I was late picking you up.
” I stood there and watched as my brother wrapped his girl in his arms as she cried, at least until they started kissing.
That was when I decided it was time to go.
“I’ll go and look for him. I doubt he’s gone far.” Again, I spoke to no one in particular.
“Don’t leave the hotel, Marls. We’ve got a car coming at three to take us to the venue. I’m not having you go on the missing list too.”
Without another word, I left them to make up.
I didn’t need to leave the hotel. I found Maca sitting on a stool at the hotel bar. He had a tumbler full of whiskey, or bourbon, in his hand.
“I’ll have a Jack and coke, please, mate,” I tell the barman as I sit down next to him.
“You doing all right?” I asked.
“What d’ya reckon?” Maca replied.
“To be totally honest, I’ve no fucking idea what’s going on in that head of yours these days, Mac.
I thought you were getting over things. I thought you were moving on, but apparently, the only thing that’s done that is your dick.
Your head and your heart seem to still be stuck firmly in Georgia territory. ”
“The same, please,” he told the barman as he put my drink down.
“We’ve got a car coming to pick us up at three for rehearsals.” I felt like Lennon now, getting on his case, but fuck. If he carried on his drinking, on top of the night and the morning he’d had, he wouldn’t be fit to fart, let alone perform for an hour and a half.
He turned his brown eyes on me and I just knew he was about to give me shit, so I was shocked when he said, “If I was just to turn up now, just turn up and make her listen, what d’ya reckon she’d do? Would she listen? Does she even care what this is doing to me?”
“Mate, whatever you’re going through, she’s feeling it too, but you’ve gotta remember…
” I trailed off, trying to think of how to word it.
“Not only is she missing you and the rest of us, even being a part of this, but she also feels betrayed, and I’m so sorry about that.
I really am sorry that this has all been caused by my stupid, selfish actions, but from what I’m hearing, she’s getting on with her life and like I keep telling you, it’s time for you to do the same.
” My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for his reaction.
My stomach twisted in knots at the guilt that I felt, but I couldn’t change things.
If I could’ve, I would’ve in a heartbeat.
He gave a small laugh. “Ya know, I swing from hating her, and I mean really, really hating her, to loving her so much that I can barely breathe at the thought of living the rest of my life without her.” He knocked back the contents of his glass and gestured to the barman for yet another.
I say nothing. I’m his mate, not his manager.
He’d get enough shit from Lennon later so he didn’t need it from me.
“I wanna walk away right now, Marls. I wanna walk away from all this and just go to your sister and make her listen to me.” He looked me square in the face. “If I thought there was the slightest chance that she’d listen, I would be on the next plane home.”
I wanted to tell him no fucking way, he can’t.
I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have a chance …
that she wouldn’t listen to him and that she sure as shit wasn’t ready to forgive him.
But I didn’t. I said nothing. It was my interfering that caused it all in the first place.
As much as I loved my band and the life that I was leading, I’d sacrifice it all to make the two people I loved most in the world happy again.
“Go then. If you feel that’s what you need to do, then go.”
At that moment, Jimmie appeared at the bar and moved herself to stand in between us.
“Boys, how are we?” she asked.
“Jim,” we both acknowledged her.
“Who’s gonna buy me a drink?”
Maca nodded in the barman’s direction and Jim ordered a Diet Coke. We were all silent for a few seconds before Maca asked her, “So, how’s everyone back home?”
“They’re good … everyone’s good.”
Maca twisted his whole body around on his bar stool so that he was facing Jimmie.
“How’s Gia, Jim? How’s she doing, and no bullshitting me.”
Jim tucked her long brown hair behind her ears. “She’s doing great. She’s just finishing up for the summer at college and she’s working hard at the shop with Bernie when she’s not studying or at the gym.”
“She’s going to the gym now?” he asked.
“Yeah, she is. Though fuck knows why. There’s nothing of her,” she told him. He nodded his head, not that he knew how skinny she was those days. My sister had never been curvy, but when I saw her at Christmas, she was painfully thin.
“So the shop, it’s going well then?” I asked. My dad had bought a dress shop in the High Street, and my mum and sister had taken it on as a project, which seemed to have taken off.
“It is. George and your mum have set themselves up as a business and are already looking to expand. They’re selling all high-end designer labels and people can’t get enough. They’re off to Italy in a couple of weeks to a fashion show and to meet with a couple of new suppliers.”
I watched as Maca once again finished his drink in a few gulps. He looked over Jim’s head at me.
“You’re right, mate, it’s time to let go. Let’s get to rehearsals. We’ve got a show to put on later.”
Maca asked for the tab and I noticed he signed the docket, Lennon Layton, and put Len’s room number down. Len was gonna have heart failure when he found out.