Page 8 of Broken Harmony
The whole summer is planned out, with every minute accounted for until the end of the competition. Most of my free time will be writing music, in the recording studio, or sleeping. If I want to win this, I have to take it seriously.
After this weekend, all my time will be spent doing everything I can to win.
As much as a part of me wants to go back home after all this is done because Lulu is there, a bigger part of me knows giving up my dream for someone I can’t have, at least not right now, would be a big mistake.
If the universe is going to grace me with this chance, I’m going to prove to everyone I deserve it.
Once I get checked in, I head up to my room to get settled.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, eyes wide as I look around the room. Fucking Uncle Chase. I know there’s no way all the other people in the competition have a room like this.
While I don’t think this is the penthouse suite or anything, it’s pretty damn close. The place is huge. It has its own living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom with a king-size bed.
And a fucking jacuzzi tub.
Shaking my head, I grab my phone and text my uncle.
Me: I thought I said no favoritism.
Chase: Whatever do you mean?
Me: The room????
Chase: What about it?
Me: You're telling me that everyone else has a room this size?
Chase: ...Well, no. But only because this was the only room left. I’m sorry, but I’d rather give it to you than one of the others. Sorry, not sorry.
Me: You suck. :P
Chase: Love you too! Enjoy, have fun, and anything you want, just add it to my tab.
Me: You have a tab here?
Chase: Seeing how I own the hotel, I guess it’s not really a tab. It’s a free-for-all for me. And now for you.
My eyes widen.
Me: SINCE WHEN DID YOU BUY A HOTEL?????
Chase: Ahh, like a year ago. Doesn’t matter. Enjoy. And if I were showing you favoritism, I’d have given you the penthouse. Which is still an option if you want it.
Me: I can’t even with you right now.
Chase: Love you too. Be good. Have fun. But not too much fun. I’ll be watching!
I sigh as I sit heavily on the couch. Looking around, I can’t help but smile. This is real. I’m really here.
Then a wave of sorrow hits me, and my smile falls.
I'm here, but without her.
My eyes drop to the bracelet. “We were supposed to do this together,” I murmur, rubbing my finger along the little mic. My chest hurts and my eyes sting. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and shake my head.
“Nope, not going to let my shitty mood get me down. I’m in LA. I’m in a contest that could give me everything I could ever dream of. I’m going to enjoy it.”
After getting settled in, I decide to head down to the lobby and see if there's a place to eat around here.
