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

Chapter Twenty One

Amy Glenn's POV

We had to evict Josh from a big conference meeting. He was over the moon to get out of it, but Terra was not happy. He would feel the heat for that one later.

Especially for the not-so-quiet comments he was muttering as he left the room. She would definitely get him back for those.

We set up in an empty recording booth and played our new song with Josh sitting behind the glass, just listening and watching. When the last chord faded out, he sat back in his rolling chair and just looked at us. Finally, he leaned over to one of the studio assistants and spoke quietly to her. Then he pressed the button that allowed us to hear him.

"Well, it looks like Significance has a new single."

Everyone on both sides of the glass erupted into applause and congratulatory laughter. Meth grabbed me around the waist and swung me around before handing me off to Brighton, who practically crushed all of my bones in a very tight hug.

"I want you to set up a meeting with one of the booth engineers. Preferably Steve, over here. Steve, I want that track done on piano to harden their sound more towards rock rather than pop. That's what we are going for. I want it done with some harmonic overlays, you hear me? Get that on my desk by Wednesday, and then meet with me to discuss the rest of the songs on the album. Now, I have to go soothe the tiger that is my wife..." He left the room that was now filled with catcalls and hollering.

We had a very strange work relationship...

Brighton Andrews' POV

"What are we going to call this thing?" I asked my two best friends as we lounged in the living area of the tour bus later that evening. "I mean, we are not calling it "Boundaries", that does not seem right."

"Doesn't it depend on what else we put on it?" Amy asked, snuggling into Meth's shoulder and pulling a blanket over the both of them. I was cuddling Ivy so that I felt like less of a third wheel. "I know I've been writing a lot."

"Mommy...?"

A sleepy, strawberry blonde toddler wandered down the hall and across the rug to Amy's lap. She was definitely tired, but we had been extremely quiet, there was no way we had woken her up.

"Hi, baby girl. What brings you to our couch this evening?" Mother asked daughter, pulling her into her lap and under the blanket.

"Nana said you'we gonna make mowe music... I wanna listen," she yawned, obviously not completely awake.

"We don't have it all done, yet, silly," Amy replied, stroking her little girl's braids. "But when it is, you will be part of the first audience, okay?"

"Okay," the girl murmured, curling up between Amy and Meth. Ivy jumped out of my hands to take a place on Adele's shoulder and suddenly I felt lonely again.

"Alright, it is official. I am getting a dog," I informed them. Surprisingly, Adele did not budge at the news. I thought she would have jumped up when she heard I was getting a small dog...

"There's an animal shelter like fifteen minutes away from here if you want to take Adele tomorrow afternoon," Meth said in his gruff voice. Everything he said practically sounded like a growl, actually. Noticing how both of the girls' eyes were now closed, I got up and took Adele and furry friend while Meth carried Amy and we all made our way to bed for the night.

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I was outvoted by a toddler.

"Oh, quit your pouting, Brighton," Amy laughed, picking up the ball of fluff she called a dog. "He's cute!"

"I did not want a cute dog," I muttered as Adele tugged on my hand.

"Glow Worm?"

I sighed. "Yes, princess?"

"What's the puppy's name?" Rolling my eyes, I scooped the little girl into my arms and bounced her up and down, making her giggle and squeal before holding her on my hip.

"The puppy's name is Tyger, and that is final," I cut off Amy who was about to interrupt. I was not the one to pick him, but I sure as h*ll would name him...

"You're spelling it with a "Y", aren't you?" Meth asked, coming up behind us. Somehow, this had turned from a Brighton-Adele trip into a band-and-small-child trip.

"Now, what is the significance of that?" Amy teased, putting down the rat-dog and taking her tiny twin from me.

"Punny. So punny," I glared at her sarcastically. "I just like it better, is that okay with you?" The dog ambled over and sat at my feet, just looking up at me with those deep, chocolate brown eyes. "You're supposed to be a ferocious beast," I informed him. He let out a short yip, and his furry face lifted into what look like a smile.

I guess he was somewhat cute...

"Aw, see? You do like him!" Amy poked my cheek, trying to get me to smile.

I think my eye was twitching with annoyance. I did not like the dog. I did not want to like the dog. I had no intention of liking this dog in the least.

But in the deepest part of my mind, my treacherous subconscious informed me that the puppy would probably be sleeping next to me in my bunk tonight...