studio it felt like my fingers froze and I lost all ability to move them up and down my guitar. After getting ripped a new asshole by Rook, I started to perform. Just needed to get past the nerves.”
“How do you do that?”
Cruz shrugged. “Suck it up and know that what you’re doing is not just for you but it’s for two other people as well. I couldn’t let my boys down, so I pulled my shit together and performed. I have no doubt you will do the same. You’re really good, Maisy, and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants,” Cruz gave her a wicked smile.
“Grey warned me about you,” Maisy said teasingly.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Come here.” Cruz pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. “Drink your tea and clear your head. Next time you go in there, just act like you’re on stage. It will all come naturally to you.”
“Thanks…”
The door to the studio opened, startling both Cruz and Maisy. They separated and looked at who was standing in the doorway.
Rook had his hand wrapped around the neck of his guitar, wearing a pair of black jeans and a gray shirt making him mouth-wateringly gorgeous. His face was tight with tension and his eyes burned with fury and confusion.
He looked at Cruz and asked, “What’s going on?”
Cruz pulled Maisy into his side and said, “Maisy was a little nervous this morning so I came to give her some advice.”
“Jesus.” Rook threw his arms up and looked around the studio. “Is she going to be here all afternoon or is someone else going to be able to get in some time?”
Why the guys were talking about her as if she wasn’t in the room was beyond her, but she was so damn intimidated by Rook and his mood, she just kept quiet.
“If you actually paid attention to what the hell was going on with everyone else rather than yourself, you would know that Twisted Perfection has the studio all day. They are just out for lunch right now.”
Rook blew out a frustrated breath and flew out of the room just as fast as he came in. Maisy didn’t think it was possible for a person to be that cranky for such a long period of time, but Rook was proving her theory wrong.
“Don’t let him bother you. He must be on his period.”
Maisy laughed and then looked up at Cruz. “He seems like such a nice guy in his interviews, intense but nice. I don’t get it. Is it me?”
“Nah, he can be a giant dick most of the time. We put up with him because we know deep down, past all the booze and depression, he’s a great guy. He would do anything for us and we would do the same.”
Maisy picked at a piece of lint that was on her skirt. “He could be a little more personable.”
“I agree. He’s been weird ever since we got back on tour. He never spends that much time in the back of the bus. He has his time back there, but usually he is playing games with the rest of us or just shooting the shit.”
“Then it is me!” Maisy said, really believing it.
“I wouldn’t say that. I would just give him some time. He goes through these moods where he is very secluded; now must be one of those times. We have a long road trip together, so might as well not spend it worrying about what version of Rook we will see today.” Cruz lifted her chin up and kissed her on the cheek. “You need to worry about going in the studio and blowing us all away like you did on stage at The Tavern.”
Maisy knew she could do it. If anything, she wanted to shove her talent down Rook’s throat. He was so infuriating. Maisy had been nothing but nice to him and the entire time he acted like she was one giant inconvenience to his life. Even though she had a very inappropriate crush on him, especially since he was a jerk, she was going to prove him wrong. Show him that she deserved to be opening for Shattered Souls and deserved to be in his presence, no matter how much he thought differently.
***
Rook sat on the bus replaying the moment he walked in
“How do you do that?”
Cruz shrugged. “Suck it up and know that what you’re doing is not just for you but it’s for two other people as well. I couldn’t let my boys down, so I pulled my shit together and performed. I have no doubt you will do the same. You’re really good, Maisy, and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants,” Cruz gave her a wicked smile.
“Grey warned me about you,” Maisy said teasingly.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Come here.” Cruz pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. “Drink your tea and clear your head. Next time you go in there, just act like you’re on stage. It will all come naturally to you.”
“Thanks…”
The door to the studio opened, startling both Cruz and Maisy. They separated and looked at who was standing in the doorway.
Rook had his hand wrapped around the neck of his guitar, wearing a pair of black jeans and a gray shirt making him mouth-wateringly gorgeous. His face was tight with tension and his eyes burned with fury and confusion.
He looked at Cruz and asked, “What’s going on?”
Cruz pulled Maisy into his side and said, “Maisy was a little nervous this morning so I came to give her some advice.”
“Jesus.” Rook threw his arms up and looked around the studio. “Is she going to be here all afternoon or is someone else going to be able to get in some time?”
Why the guys were talking about her as if she wasn’t in the room was beyond her, but she was so damn intimidated by Rook and his mood, she just kept quiet.
“If you actually paid attention to what the hell was going on with everyone else rather than yourself, you would know that Twisted Perfection has the studio all day. They are just out for lunch right now.”
Rook blew out a frustrated breath and flew out of the room just as fast as he came in. Maisy didn’t think it was possible for a person to be that cranky for such a long period of time, but Rook was proving her theory wrong.
“Don’t let him bother you. He must be on his period.”
Maisy laughed and then looked up at Cruz. “He seems like such a nice guy in his interviews, intense but nice. I don’t get it. Is it me?”
“Nah, he can be a giant dick most of the time. We put up with him because we know deep down, past all the booze and depression, he’s a great guy. He would do anything for us and we would do the same.”
Maisy picked at a piece of lint that was on her skirt. “He could be a little more personable.”
“I agree. He’s been weird ever since we got back on tour. He never spends that much time in the back of the bus. He has his time back there, but usually he is playing games with the rest of us or just shooting the shit.”
“Then it is me!” Maisy said, really believing it.
“I wouldn’t say that. I would just give him some time. He goes through these moods where he is very secluded; now must be one of those times. We have a long road trip together, so might as well not spend it worrying about what version of Rook we will see today.” Cruz lifted her chin up and kissed her on the cheek. “You need to worry about going in the studio and blowing us all away like you did on stage at The Tavern.”
Maisy knew she could do it. If anything, she wanted to shove her talent down Rook’s throat. He was so infuriating. Maisy had been nothing but nice to him and the entire time he acted like she was one giant inconvenience to his life. Even though she had a very inappropriate crush on him, especially since he was a jerk, she was going to prove him wrong. Show him that she deserved to be opening for Shattered Souls and deserved to be in his presence, no matter how much he thought differently.
***
Rook sat on the bus replaying the moment he walked in
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