Rocker Chick (Completed!)

Chapter 9: Cassidy

"Hello Mercy,

I have been searching for You lately.

I've been wounded and from what I hear,

You have the remedy.

They told me You were before me,

So now I need to know,

Is this a love that can save me,

Or say You will and don't?

Will you stay with me when nobody is around.

If this is real then tell me now.

Can You hold me together?

Can Your love reach down this far?

Can you hold me together?

Cause without You holding my heart,

I'm falling apart!"

"Okay," Tobias cuts me off, much to my irritation.

We are currently in Tobias's house which is very pristine and has an air of arrogance to it, flaunting generation after generation of money. With five bedrooms, four baths, a 72 inch screen TV in about every room, a huge kitchen with cherry red oak cabinets and blue transparent counter tops, an indoor pool, and music studio it would be very hard not to get spoiled living here. That's just what's on the inside that I can see. When we pulled up to his driveway, off to the side I could just make out a basketball court, tennis court, an outdoor pool, and a golf course?! These people reek of money.

I can easily see why he has the personality he does. If I grew up this way I'd probably think I'm entitled to everything, too. I chuckle to myself. Tobias gives me a strange look but I shake my head, declining to answer.

Down in his basement is his music studio which is soundproof. There are microphones that hang down from the ceiling to catch the sounds coming from the instruments. In front of me is another self-standing microphone for Tobias and me to sing into. I asked him why there was only one and he replied with, "It sounds cooler if on the harmonies we sing into it together." Okay then.

I was singing "Hold Me" by Royal Tailor so the guys could get the jest of my voice patterns before Tobias cut me off. Again. I had already sung many other songs including a few by TobyMac, Jamie Grace, Manafest, and Lecrea. Interrupted. Each. And. Every. Time. I am starting to get a tad irritated but I reign my temper back into check. Keep it together. You're doing good.

Tobias, either ignoring my irritation or just blatantly ignorant of it, hands me a few sheets with lyrics and music notes on it. I gulp and glance up at Tobias. "Is this a bad time to tell you I can't read music?"

The boys groan and I shrug. It's not my fault my mother wanted to make absolutely certain I wouldn't pursue the music career I had wanted. Besides, I never got motivated enough to learn to read it behind her back. I mean, what would be the point if you're never going to use it?

"You're good at everything, though! How can you not know how to read music?" Timony sighs in frustration. He slams his head down on the table. His blond spikes droop a bit.

"Well, sorry! I didn't know I was going to expand my music career!" I griped, defensively. "Besides, I was told I'm not good enough for it." Before anyone could say anything on that, I change the subject. "So what are we going to do about this? It's not too late to find someone else." I can't resist not dangling that carrot in front of them.

I expect them to shoot me dark looks but Tobias shoots me a sympathetic look and I swear my heart flutters. What the heck was that?

"Well, here's what we'll do. You know that lower notes on the staff are lower pitched and deeper notes while higher notes on the staff are higher pitched right?" Tobias inquires. I nod my head and resist the urge to say, "Obviously!" He continues, "Well, I want you to try eyeballing it and we'll go from there." He shoots me another smile making his handsome face turn even more appealing. Ugh. Maybe I need to take a couple vacation days.