Significance (4th in the Encore!!! tour)

Chapter Twenty

Meth Drew's POV

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

My head shot up, eyes locking onto Amy. She met mine with those brilliant blues. "Sir, I don't know anyone by the last name of Evans..."

I was up instantly, taking the phone and ending the call. "Meth! Meth, that's my phone!" I didn't give it back to her. I was only seeing red and I pulled out my own phone and called Ryan Bausten.

"He called Amy," I said bluntly when the guy finally picked up the phone, muttering about sleeping in. Instantly, he was lucid and quiet.

"I will get Chad on the line, hold on." I maintained what little patience I had as I listened to him get up and tell his wife, Skylar, where he was going so early in the morning. A little twinge of guilt resounded inside me. I forgot about the time difference.

Amy was still yelling at me, trying to get her phone back, but I was ignoring her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were stormy.

She was furious.

"Hey, man, its Chad," the other partner in crime finally answered the phone. "Now, I'm going to record this so that I can put it in evidence and electronically pull her call history to trace back the number. Do you agree to this?"

"Yes. Anything to get this guy away from us." Amy gave up talking and sat down on the couch in front of me, arms crossed. She was just staring at me as I made this phone call. I rattled off Amy's phone number to Chad as he asked me a series of questions.

"Alright, now, since he contacted the both of you, that's grounds for a restraining order and we can put that in the works right now. I will fax it to Brielle for all of you to sign. I'm assuming you want Brighton and Adele covered under this, as well?"

"Yes," I answered gruffly.

"I will have that document to you within the hour. I suggest, however, that you return Amy's phone to her. I know you're still holding it because I would do the same thing. However, she is going to be extremely mad at you and won't understand what is going on unless you tell her. And I'm banking on the fact that you just overreacted and freaked her out, so you better start apologizing like crazy otherwise you're in the doghouse." Chad gave me some sound advice before he hung up.

According to the other guys, Chad was the one with the most understanding of women. Not that he completely understood, because (let's face it) no guy ever will. By the time I turned back to apologize to my beautiful girlfriend, she had already gotten up and walked off the tour bus.

D*mn it.

Amy Glenn's POV

I kicked a pebble out of my path, walking towards the studio that we were parked in the parking lot of. I was so sick of Meth speaking but not talking to me. He seemed to think that he didn't have to explain himself now that he actually used his words, and it was getting more and more strained, especially when I didn't know where I could step or what I could say without setting him off.

I chose a writing room and sat down at a piano, just wanting to get out my emotions and frustration. If only the lines I couldn't cross were as visible as string...

"Empty space / filled with lines..." I spoke lyrics as I chose chords, not quite ready to sing, yet. "One wrong step, take it one more time." I got up and went to the door. "Brighton, are you in the building?!" I called into the hallway.

"Yeah, Ames, what do you need?!" He called back from whatever room he was in.

"I need you in here, stat. I have a new song and I need a hand. And paper. And a pen. Oh, just bring everything!" I replied, leaving the door open and plopping myself back down at the piano, replaying the chords. "Can't move around / or you'll be caught in a trap. / I knew that my balance / wouldn't last."

"Seriously, Amy, I was talking with one of the ladies at the desk... What in the bloody h*ll is going on?" He asked, coming in with what I asked for.

I waved him off as I continued playing and singing what sounded like the chorus. "There are boundaries / I can't cross / or you'll fall apart; / I'd be lost. / There are boundaries / I can't touch / or you'll shatter, / along with your trust." His eyes widened, definitely wanting to ask but tactfully not doing so. He came around the piano and sat down quietly next to me on the piano bench, dutifully writing down the chords and words.

I moved into the next verse, feeling frustrated to the point of tears. It was no surprise that they started trickling down my cheeks. This had been a long time issue, and no matter how close I got to Meth, I would feel like he was roped off from me...

"It's like a dance, / this play on words, / can't step on the lines / or we'll both get hurt. / I've seen your scars / but you still hide your pain. / When will you let me / in again?" I fought the choking feeling in my throat and sang the chorus again, desperately needing to complete this song.

"It feels like a game / where the prize is out of reach. / Answers to my questions / are all I seek. / Take a deep breath, / take down your walls, / I promise I won't ever / let you fall..." A sob escaped there, and I vaguely heard the door opening behind us but I couldn't divert my attention right now.

I sang the original chorus again and then quieted down to sing a different one. "There are boundaries / I will cross / just to hold you close / to my aching heart. / There are boundaries / I will surpass / so you won't shatter / in my hands..." I played a little bit more instrumentally and then let the song go, releasing all of my energy with it.

"Ames..." I heard Meth whisper as he crouched down next to me, his beautiful green eyes searching mine. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me to my feet and we just stood there for a while, allowing all of my tears to fade. "I'm so sorry..."

"Me, too," I sniffled, burying my now-red face into his shoulder. "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"I shouldn't have stolen your phone without explaining why," Meth replied, letting go of me with one arm to run his fingers through his black bangs.

"And I did nothing to be sorry for!" Brighton piped up from the piano bench. We both barked out a laugh, forgetting that he had been there the entire time. "What did happen, mate?" He asked curiously.

"My poor excuse of a father called Amy."

Brighton and I instantly snapped to attention. "That was...?" I started to form a question, but I couldn't finish it. I had spoken to the man that had essentially robbed the most beautiful human being I knew of his will to speak.

"How...?" Brighton asked. Meth shrugged.

"I don't know, but Chad Summers and Ryan Bausten are building a case to get us a restraining order," he finally explained, hugging me tighter to his side. "I don't want him anywhere near any of us. Not now, not ever."

We nodded in agreement, Brighton coming to my other side and tossing an arm over my shoulders comfortably. "On another note," he said, his accent very prominent, "I think Amy just gave us the first single for our new album."

Meth nodded. "We need to show it to Josh."

"Agreed!" I exclaimed. "And I know exactly where he is."