Zelda wrapped her arms around Trent the moment she saw him, leaving Bree laughing. “There he is! The man who inspired the song that has inspired so many love birds! It’s lovely to meet you in person!”
“Thank you,” Trent said, his face a little pink from the attention. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’ve heard so many nice things about you.”
On the way back to her apartment, Bree chatted about the different musicians, trying to get Trent’s thoughts. He was mostly quiet, giving one or two word answers, but he had a small smile on his face, so she didn’t think he was mad about anything. It wasn’t as if something bad had happened. She just wondered if he’d noticed that she’d noticed Zach and was hoping he’d just say something about it already if he had so that she would be put out of her misery.It wasn’t until they got back to her apartment and she’d
Having the woman he had loved for so long asleep in his arms was even better than Trent could’ve imagined, and finally showing her how much he loved her had been beyond anything he’d ever dreamed possible.Bree shifted and let out a little sigh. She had a show that evening, so he knew he couldn’t let her sleep for too long, but it was sweet to see her lying there so peacefully.
Sitting at a table near the stage, but to the extreme right side of the club, Trent surveyed the crowd. The act before Bree had just finished, and the jukebox was playing. A few couples were dancing. Plenty of beer was flowing, and the crowd was fairly rowdy for a weeknight.The environment seemed a little off to him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on the why of it. He’d seen three bouncers earlier and knew they were big guys who could probably handle just about anybody individually, but some of these packs of cowboys who’d had a little too
“What the hell was that?” Bree demanded, jabbing Trent in the arm. She was carrying her guitar in her left hand so she’d have her strongest hand to assault him with.“What do you mean?” Trent asked, not even rubbing his arm since she hadn’t hit him hard enough to hurt him. “I was defending you.”“That&rs
At least there weren’t ten of them. Only four. That meant they were technically only outnumbered by one. But Bree wasn’t really going to be able to handle any of them, and then there was the fact that she had her guitar to protect.Trent’s response didn’t help matters. “Hell, yeah, I will. You should know not to talk to a lady like that, you drunk bastard.”
Sitting in the sound room, Bree found herself nervously wiping her hands on her floral skirt. She had no idea why she was so anxious when she wasn’t the one auditioning, but she felt as if her heart might beat right out of her chest.Trent had opted not to come to the callback. Bree would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little relieved. As much as she appreciated having him involved in her work whenever reasonably possible, the situation at the club the other night had unnerved her to some degree. It wasn’t the last show they’d gone
“All right. We’ve got Cat Hadley on keyboards, Dominic Dunn on drums, and Griffin Bray on bass,” Sally was saying once call backs were over. “We just need to decide who our rhythm guitar player is and who we want on lead.”“Rhythm is easier, I think,” Alvin noted. “Bree has mentioned it would be nice to have a rhythm guitar player who also plays fiddle, so I think Chase Simpson is a good choice.”
Trent knew Bree was going to have a trying day. Not only did she have a difficult decision to make, she’d been out late the night before and had to get up fairly early to go into the studio for callbacks. She had another gig that night, too, so Trent decided to make her dinner so she could eat and relax before she had to go to the show.Cooking wasn’t really his specialty, but he had a few recipes he was able to create without too many trials. He went about making his mom’s favorite chicken-tater tot casserole and then sat down at the table to look o