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Chapter 9

Ricky

Somehow Chris got away from us last night without telling us his big secret. Damn it! I wanted to know what the Hell is going on. I kind of had a feeling anyways, but I wanted to hear him say it. As for right now, I'm just focusing on not accidentally showing myself to anyone else. Devin had practice because the guys are leaving for tour next week.

Of course I'm stuck to him like glue. Wherever he goes, I'm forced to be close behind. I'm not complaining about that. It makes me happy to see the guys, even if they can't see me. What I am worried about is seeing who my replacement is going to be. I think Devin was just as worried. What happens if he doesn't get along with the band? They're already miserable enough. And fuck I hope he can play decent.

I don't know how the fans or the band are going to deal with someone new. My hopes would be they embrace him so they don't have any troubles. I have a feeling it won't go that way though. On the bright side, I'm finally getting out of the house. Devin hasn't really wanted to leave. He kind of has to now. The second we stepped outside his apartment building, I had to disappear. I reassured him I'm still there though, and I am.

He walked through the entrance to the studio with his bass case in his hands. I followed him back to the room the guys were practicing in. When we walked in, I recognized everyone but one person. He must be my replacement. He was definitely taller than me, and thiner. In fact, he was skin and bones. He had a lengthy face and long black hair. I'll admit, he was attractive.

"Finally!" Balz griped. "We've been waiting on you."

"Sorry." Devin muttered. He cautiously scanned the room as he set down his bass. His eyes lingered on the new face in the room. Devin looked back to Balz, clearing his throat in efforts to get someone to speak up.

"What?" Balz asked, confused what kind of message Devin was trying to send him. He glanced over at the guy, then back at Balz. "Oh! Fuck, sorry. Um, this is our new rhythm guitarist that the record company sent, Larsen. And this is our bassist, Devin."

"Ghost." He sneered. "Only my friends call me Devin."

Everyone got displaced looks from his cold demeanor. What did they expect? It doesn't matter who they replaced me with. Devin wasn't going to be happy no matter what. He just wanted me back. I can't blame him... I would give anything to turn back from the spirit world. I want to play my guitar again, to hear the fans screaming my name and see Devin smiling at me during shows. We were forced to leave it behind. Of course he's going to be upset with a new member.

Larsen faked a smile, understanding why he wasn't all too welcomed. "Ghost, then. It's a... pleasure to meet you." He said, revealing an accent I couldn't quite place.

"Maybe we should just get around to practicing." Chris suggested. It was obviously in efforts to avoid any fighting or continuing this awkwardness.

They began to set up what they needed to, but almost everything was already in place. Devin fell into robot mode and just began working through the motions. His mind was somewhere else though. I could see it, and I wanted so badly to talk to him about it. If only I could. It'll have to wait until later.

I took advantage of my invisibility and got a closer look at Larsen. He had dark eyes but there was something warm about them. His skin was almost as pale as mine used to be, when I was alive. His facial structure wasn't too far off from mine either. Larsen picked up his guitar, which was gorgeous. I could tell in the way he treated her, that he was a genuine guitarist. He respected his instrument, and obviously himself because he was well groomed.

As I scanned the room, I couldn't help but notice that Devin was staring at Larsen. It was such a blank stare. I had no idea what he was thinking. Did he truly hate this guy or was he just being cold because he was having adjustment issues? Larsen was an attractive man. He seemed to be the type Devin would date. Maybe that's why he's staring. I'll admit it makes me jealous though. It's terrible for me to be jealous because it's not like Devin could ever love me. I'm dead.