My Mistakes Were Made For You

Chapter 4: I Never Really Know Why I Am Running

Miles had led Alex to a small cafe a little ways into town, he offered the drive separately but Miles insisted he drive them as a kind gesture. Alex shrugged and took the ride, stepping into his very nice sleek light blue corvette. They rode with the top down, Alex's hair being ruffled by the wind, Miles giggling as he tried to fix it when they got there. Alex came to realize he was quite a gentleman, and laughed at his mild humor as he opened the door to the cafe for him.

"Afta you sir!" He drawled out the words, Alex rolling his eyes, he was quite a character.

They sat themselves at a table near the large window at the front, each ordering a cup of tea to start. Alex played with his tiny spoon, stirring the sugar cubes in the beverage as he watched them dissolve, not really sure what to say.

"Umm...thanks for takin' me ta lunch, " he smiled, glancing up at him.

Miles nodded, cupping his tea in both hands as he sipped, "Happy to, used ta take Lana out often, especially when she was really stressed at some points. Like ta 'ave good relationships with my assistants."

Alex nodded as he sipped his tea, "'Ow long did she work for yeh?"

Miles stared off a bit, lost in thought, lip puckered. Alex couldn't help but admire how cute he was when he made that face, saving the memory in his mind.

Stop it Turner, get a grip.

"She's almost been there since the beginin', really. First few years we 'ad the studio, didn' 'ave one and Eva and Mat 'elped a lot with that stuff. We were mostly a team, all five of us, Greg and Joe included, used ta 'ave a band togetha'." He shrugged, and Alex detected a hint of sadness in his voice. "Didn' really make it, so I suggested we open a studio of our own, 'elp otha artists try ta make it since we couldn'. We all went ta school 'fore it, all the while still tryin' as a band, we got some attention, even made a record, but nothin' ever really came of it." He made his 'thinking' face again. "Wait wot was yer question? Got lost in thought."

Alex chuckled some, sipping his tea, even if he had gotten off topic, he was interested to know where the studio started. "Asked when Lana started workin' for yeh."

"Oh right! Like I said, first few years it was just the band and I, then once we started makin' some money and we were all drownin' in so much work, we decided to hire an assistant to 'elp us get organized. She was wonderful, 'elped us out a lot, bright girl, worked 'erself too 'ard sometimes." He shakes his head, gulping his tea as his face fell. "Listen Al, I just 'ope yeh understand this job's a lot of work, especially if yer dealin' with clients who can kinda be assholes. Jus' know tha', and I don' eva blame yeh if yeh decide ta quit."

Alex looked at him befuddled, "Mi, I think I can 'andle a few musicians and some paperwork."

"Good luck then!" Miles chuckled, but not so earnestly. They soon ordered, Miles just a salad and Alex a sandwich and chips.

"Do yeh mind if I ask yeh personal questions?" Miles asks. "I jus' like ta get ta know my assistants outside a work an' all, doesn' all hafta be business."

"Well um, s-sure go ahead."

"Well, tell me bout yerself. What do yeh do when yeh aren't playin' music? 'Ow long yer band been togetha'? What music do yeh listen to?"

Alex felt bombarded with questions but pondered each and stumbled a bit with his answers, "Well um...I-I live with me parents, and um...known my mates since we were little, but we all only started playin' when we was fifteen?" He paused, rather anxious about getting personal, how personal was too personal? "I like goin' to shows, go out ta clubs with me mates often...occasionally drink a bit too much." He laughed nervously, sipping his tea and avoiding eye contact. "But um...I like The Strokes a lot, an' Bowie, an' the Beatles."