What's Meant To Be

Part 112

We got in my car and I started the drive back to the studio. At this point, I was no longer buzzed. Chanel killed every bit of it that I had going. "I can't believe I lost track of time like that. That's not me!" I said mad at myself. "Hey man, Aubrey will understand. You can blame it on me. It's my fault." At the mention of Aubrey I stared to look around for my phone. Where the fuck is it? "Do you know what I did with my phone?" - "Uh, last time I saw you on it you were talking to Brandon just before we left the studio. Relax man. Aubrey will understand." - "Fuck! That means I probably left it there. You don't understand though Phil. Aubrey's been feeling down cause we hardly see each other anymore since we're working on finishing the album. I promised her a night a week for just the two of us. No music, no nothing. Just us two. Tonight was supposed to be that first night. I know she had some nice dinner planned. I just know it. That's my Aubrey. Then I don't even show up. Don't even call." - "Damn, I'm sorry man. It really is my fault. You were trying to be there for me and now... Shit. My bad." - "It's not your fault Phil. Had I not left my phone behind we would have been good. I set an alarm so I would know when play time was over and I needed to get my ass back home. FUCK!" I said hitting the steering wheel. "My phone is off. I didn't wanna argue with Urbana anymore so I just cut it off" he said pulling it out of his pocket and turning it on. "I got a message from Aubrey" he said moments later. "Let me see. What does it say?" I asked eagerly. When we were at a red light he gave me the phone. She sent him the message at 7:26PM. It said 'Hey Phil, I'm really sorry to bother you but I know you and Bruno were supposed to be in the studio together and he hasn't made it home and hasn't answered any of my calls or messages. He was supposed to be here at 6 and now, I'm getting kinda worried. This isn't like him.' With just that one message my heart broke. She's probably been trying to get a hold of me all night. I looked at the time on Phil's phone, it was now 9:37. "I fucked up man!" - "It's gonna be alright man. It's Aubrey. She'll understand" Phil said and tapped my shoulder. "I'm not so sure" I said. When I pulled into the studio, Phil and I went our separate ways. He went to his car and I went inside to get my phone.