Chapter 48
Chapter forty-eight
LEE
Ryan and I finished our opening act and sat on the outside patio of Moon River Brewing, sipping some beers and debating the rest of the tour. This was our last stop, and we had to decide whether or not to sign up for the second leg or drop off and have another opening act take our place.
“I love it here,” Ryan said, taking a swig of his beer. “The food’s good, the people are nice, all this shit is haunted. Did you know this bar is haunted? Like for real. One of the most haunted. Plus, Sutton texted me today when she knew I was back and wanted me to stop by.”
I snickered into my drink, trying to cover my mouth. “Right. I’m sure you miss her.”
“I do, man. Sutton is a great woman. She’s smart, successful, and she’s funny as shit.
And what am I? An asshole backup singer-slash-songwriter that is the first of three acts in a small show.
We’re not going anywhere, bro. Years ago, maybe, but now?
We’re fluff. We’re the band people pee to while they’re waiting on something better. ”
He wasn’t wrong. While I’d worked so hard to keep myself relevant in Nashville, the last year ruined everything for me, and by proxy, Ryan. I was lucky that he even stuck around with his talent. And now we were starting over. A new band and a new career path, but no place to call home.
But at the end of the day, there were some things left to tie us together. A city, and we were sitting in it. Guitars, and we knew how to use them. And women, who we loved.
“We gave up our apartments, so where the hell would we stay?”
Ryan chewed on his barbecue chicken nachos thoughtfully. “Hopefully, if it all pans out, with our girls. But for now, well, we’ll figure it out.”