Steady Beat
“That way, she could pretend the world didn’t exist. That way she could pretend she didn’t exist. It would make everything so much easier. Really, what did she contribute to the world anyway? Stupid dreams, empty courage and woeful fantasies of a life spent with a world-famous drummer who women lusted after. That’s what she contributed.
Oh, and cold drinks served on napkins.
The memory of Noah sweeping into Rupert’s Bar less than twenty-four hours ago and buying it there and then just so she could sing with the band snaked through her head, and she snorted into her pillow. No, cold drinks on napkins wasn’t part of her offering to the world anymore either. Even if Noah let her keep her job, she couldn’t work there.
So her only option, given that she’d used up all her bravery approaching Noah two and a half weeks ago, was to stay in her room with her head in her pillow. Which is exactly what she’d been doing for the last twelve hours, give or take a few moments of frustrated weeping in t...he shower and sobbing on the toilet.MoreLess
Oh, and cold drinks served on napkins.
The memory of Noah sweeping into Rupert’s Bar less than twenty-four hours ago and buying it there and then just so she could sing with the band snaked through her head, and she snorted into her pillow. No, cold drinks on napkins wasn’t part of her offering to the world anymore either. Even if Noah let her keep her job, she couldn’t work there.
So her only option, given that she’d used up all her bravery approaching Noah two and a half weeks ago, was to stay in her room with her head in her pillow. Which is exactly what she’d been doing for the last twelve hours, give or take a few moments of frustrated weeping in t...he shower and sobbing on the toilet.MoreLess
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