Our Story So Far

Chapter 9

"Well it looks like you and my brother are constantly getting off on the wrong foot." Les said slinging his arm around my shoulders.

"Ha, yeah. I guess you could call it that." I twirled a lock of hair around my finger. I didn't really feel like talking about my many squabbles with Roman.

"He's just had a lot going on lately." Les sighed leaning back against the couch.

"So I've heard." I joined in his sighing and rested my head against his shoulder. "Dude, you're not even comfortable to sleep on! Seriously are you on steroids?" I laughed poking his bicep with my finger.

"Nah, I just work out." He took his arm off my shoulders and made a big show of flexing. I couldn't help it- I busted up laughing. Only Les could make something that seemed so hot into something completely hilarious.

"Excuse me sir, but do you have a license for those guns?" I poked him again. Corny, I know- but the smile on Les' face totally made up for it.

"Oh- my- god. You- didn't." He cackled like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

"But I did." I laughed along with him. I opted to lean against the other end of the couch, draping my legs over Les' lap. There were about five hours until the show started and I was pretty tired. I just needed to sleep for a few minutes...

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

My phone vibrated on the table. Just ignore it. I rolled over and cuddled into the couch.

"Mac, your phone's ringing." Les nudged my foot.

"Mrhhhm." I groaned. But it wouldn't stop ringing. I groped around to grab my phone off the table. "Hello?" I said after the fifth ring.

"Mackenzie?" A familiar voice said through the phone. I couldn't quite place who it was; I didn't have time to check caller ID.

"Carter?" I guessed. I mentally crossed my fingers hoping that I had gotten it right.

"Hey girl, what's up?" Carter's voice echoed through the phone.

"Nothing much. I just took a nap for a while." I told him while checking the wall clock. Apparently more than a while- I was out for over an hour.

"Well I'm glad you got some rest because you are completely booked until the show's over tonight." I frowned to myself.

"I thought my afternoon was clear." I said sadly.

"I just got a call from Smith Jacobs- he manages Momentum." Carter told me.

"Yeah, I've read about him online. He's got a huge music empire- seems like he knows what he's doing." I replied, not exactly sure where this conversation was going.

"Exactly, this guys knows want he wants and how to get it. And right now, he wants you." Me? What was that supposed to mean?! I would never abandon Carter- or my label. Or my band! Oh my god, did he want to split our band up? My brothers would never forgive me if I broke off as a solo artist. Wait, why was I even thinking about this? I would never abandon my band. "So what do you say, Mac?" Carter waited for my response.

"For what? Sorry, I kind of lost you there for a moment." I admitted, my mind returning to reality instead of lying in the gutter like it was a second ago.

"Smith is adding a song to Momentum's set, and he wants you to sing on it." What.

"Uhh..." I didn't really know what to say. Les raised his eyebrows at me to see what was up but I waved him off with my hand. "Let me get this straight: You want me to sing with Momentum? With Roman Baskley of all people?!" I cringed hearing myself say his name. Carter was quiet on the other end for a while.