Testimony of a Rock Star: Fame Chapter 1

Chapter 27

27. Let It Be Me

BrendonLake Wylie, NC Present

I sipped my coffee and set the mug on the banister of the deck. The lake was beautiful this time of morning, right when the sun was breaking the horizon. The ski a glow of pastels ranging from sherbet orange to powder blue. It was a sticky humid morning.

The air was to thick to clear my head. Still, I inhaled deeply. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her. She didn’t deserve it, but it was time that she knew I had moved on. Yet, if I had truly moved on why would I have had to plan to stay away from her while she was in town? Though, I knew why. I just couldn’t admit it.

As much as I had tried to put the past behind me, tried to start over, something was always blocking me. Jaci was the road block. Impossible to stop her since she was oblivious to the affect she still had over me.

If I could be the least bit honest with myself I would plainly see that I had no intentions of moving on. Hell, I still owned the bar we had purchased together and even now, here I stand on the deck of the very house that she had once dreamed of having. The house

that she had spent summers visiting her grandparents at in which I purchased the very day she left for L.A.

I couldn’t runaway from her. It had been a year, and I still loved her as much as I did the day I asked for her hand in marriage.

Even though I played the part of being the nice guy and letting her go to pursue her dream, I had truly wished that she would have just picked me instead. It was selfish, and the only way I could force that feeling away was by forcing Jaci away even when she had tried to come back to me.

The reason I kept the bar and the house was so that I could still have a connection to her even though most of the time I couldn’t even admit that to myself. I can’t live my life like this anymore.

I have to move on from this one way or the other. I can either get rid of this place and the bar, leaving Jaci in the past or face my own fear. My fear of swallowing my pride and telling her how I feel, and how I want her to choose me instead of her glamorous career. Maybe she could have both...maybe she would want both?

It wouldn’t possibly be fair if I didn’t let her choose for herself. I had no right to make the decision for her by pushing her away.

I picked up my mug of coffee and took a final drink then reached for my phone and dialed.

“Hey, Beverly...Yeah I’m gonna need a favor...You think you could run the bar tonight? I’ve got a concert to go to...”

BobbyLos Angeles, CA Present

“I told you everything would be fine.” Sonny paused as the waiter approached, refilling our tea cups and placing a fresh basket of croissants on the table.

“Thank you.” The waiter walked away.

“I don’t mind being your scape goat, who knows, she may even forgive you again, and when she gets back here to L.A. you guys can have another fling.” He began to butter a croissant.

I sipped my tea looking around the restaurant where the patrons continued to gawk at me like I were some type of circus animal.

My brunch sat before me untouched. I could not eat. There was a nauseated feeling in the pit of my stomach.