Page 3 of Too Little Too Soon
Nothing she came across sounded right, and by the time the fourth drink was gone, she was too sleepy to keep scrolling. So she placed the empty glass on the coffee table, let the phone drop onto her chest, and closed her eyes.
Sleeping away the rest of this year wasn’t a bad idea.
She’d start anew with the new year.
ChapterTwo
Travis Clutcher hadno problem admitting that the rock ’n roll lifestyle was fucking killer. He loved it. He never wanted to leave it.
Again.
Good thing he’d learned from his past mistakes so he’d never have to.
After he woke up on his back in a giant bed in a posh hotel room in New York City on New Year’s Eve, he took his time getting his day started. Because he could.
They had a show tonight; they were ringing in the new year with 20,000 of their biggest fans at Madison Square Garden, which was about the most perfect way to celebrate New Year’s Eve.
Yeah, his life was pretty much fucking perfect these days.
For some reason, while he lay there basking in all that perfection, memories from seven years ago crept into the forefront of his mind. Well before he met his current bandmates. When he’d been the drummer for a band called Dog Daze.
They’d been on their way up, too. But then he’d gone and screwed it up. He and Suzie Q.
She was a guitarist, he was a drummer, and they’d both been looking to join the rock ’n roll scene. Find a band, make it big. Live the dream.
They met at a bar in LA. Hooked up. Began hooking up on the regular. Played together in a few bands.
Even back then she’d been popping pills, but on the surface, it looked like she had it under control. And she was a great guitarist, so it was easy to overlook a habit that wasn’t yet destructive.
Frustrated with readymade bands that weren’t good enough to make it out of those dive clubs in the seedier part of town, Travis and Suzie decided to form their own band, hand select the other members. Do it their way.
The only time he ever popped pills with her, they’d come up with the not-at-all-brilliant idea they should get married.
Since they were in Vegas at the time, they’d been able to walk right into a cheesy ass chapel and do the deed. The whole process had taken less than an hour.
Even stoned, he’d been aware that he didn’t love her, so what the fuck were they doing getting married?
It was a question he still asked himself to this day.
Especially because, even though they weren’t in love, he’d assumed they’d treat the marriage like they were partners.
Hell, she hadn’t even treated the band with the respect it deserved, so why would he have believed she’d honor their wedding vows?
As soon as their band became popular and started playing the summer festival circuit, the cheating began.
She, not he.
Unsurprisingly, their constant squabbles—because, yeah, he was dumb enough to take her back after he caught her red-handed—took a toll on the band. Things started getting sloppy. Missed practices, messed up songs when they were on stage.
The best thing he ever did was divorce Suzie. The second best and yet also worst thing he ever did was walk away from that band. Suzie Q was a trainwreck happening in real time for all their fans to watch, but when he quit the band, he quit the industry for a few years there.
And he’d missed it desperately.
Now he was with a new band, and so far, they were all cohesive, all got along. Yeah, Parker, the bassist, and Lacey, their lead singer, were a thing, but they weren’t toxic like he and Suzie Q had been.
Like Travis figured he’d be with anyone.
Which was why he didn’t do relationships. He also didn’t do groupies because, ugh, he’d snagged himself a stalker last summer, and if he never had to repeat that experience again, it would be too soon.
