Page 54 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“Right, our project.”
“If you can lure him away from his app, go for it.” Killian ran a hand through his hair. “Just don’t stress him out more than he already is.”
“I won’t break your boyfriend. Promise.”
“Thanks, Killian. We won’t ask too much of Diego.” Logan stood. “But it would be great if we can pick his brain for ideas.” Logan gathered up the trash and empty plates and headed for the corner kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Wylder turned to watch him wash the dishes in the sink.
“Cleaning up. You cooked … sort of. So I’ll do the dishes before I head out.”
“That’s … nice.” Wylder frowned. “I usually just make Devyn clean the dishes by waiting her out. She won’t last more than a day before she can’t take it anymore.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for making Devyn lose her mind.” Logan stacked the plates in the small sink.
“She has enough on her plate having Wylder for a roommate.” Killian finished picking up the trash and empty drink cans.
Wylder wasn’t sure what to make of Logan. The more she got to know him, the more she realized he was nothing like either of his brothers.
15
The best thing about living with Devyn was having roommate-free Saturday mornings. Wylder got to sleep in without Devyn’s constant nagging. She got to relax, play her music as loud as she wanted, and eat copious amounts of cereal for breakfast. It was the highlight of her week when Devyn left for her horse shows or races or whatever an equestrian did.
I should probably go to one of her shows one of these days.
Wylder padded across her room in her unicorn slippers and synced her phone with her speakers. Scrolling through her Spotify playlists, she hunted for a particular album. One that used to be her favorite, but she hadn’t listened to in months. Not since she’d met Luke Cook in person and realized her music idol was a total douche nugget. It kind of killed his music for her.
Luke’s rich smooth voice filled her ears as she lay back on her bed, trying to picture the other boy who wore Logan’s face. She knew his voice as well as her own. Or did she?
Wylder hit pause on the album and switched over to the recording of her and Logan singing their duet. She forwarded through her part and turned up the volume on Logan’s.
The voice was the same, rich and smooth.
How similar were twins’ singing voices?
She switched back to Luke’s album and listened to three songs before she switched over to Logan.
Logan was every bit as talented as his brother. So, why hadn’t he risen to fame right alongside his twin? Had Luke left him behind like Becks had her?
But Wylder had a nagging suspicion she couldn’t shake. She had an ear for music, there was no doubt about it. She had the natural talent of a musician. She could pick up on the subtle nuances of a well-trained voice or a finely tuned instrument.
But she could not pick out the differences between Luke and Logan’s voices.
Wylder rolled over and sat on the edge of her bed. She needed to hear Logan’s voice against a musical track.
Staring at her electric drum kit collecting dust in the corner of the room, she reached for her drumsticks. The ones she’d used when she played withAnonymous, and later with thePowerplay Girls. That had been a disaster of epic proportions. Ever since she’d left the all-girl band, Wylder hadn’t played a single beat—except for that one time in Nashville when she was snooping around Luke Cook’s studio hoping to teach the little brat a lesson. Instead, she’d stumbled onto the most beautiful set of drums she’d ever seen. She hadn’t been able to resist playing them.
But she’d gone back to avoiding music since her relationship with Sebastian had ended.
Twirling a drumstick over her knuckles, Wylder grabbed the stool from her vanity and flipped the switch to her drums. They really were an amazing set. A gift from her brother who was trying so hard to show her she still had the music inside her. According to Beckett, she just needed to find it again.
Pumping the pedal, Wylder tapped out a beat to get a feel for the set. She’d set up the portable drum kit when she first arrived back at school but hadn’t touched it since.
She hummed the melody that had been stuck in her head since she and Logan had started writing their song. It started out slow and sweet and then the tempo increased as the lyrics grew in intensity. This song would definitely need a drum solo, and she supposed it was up to her to give it one. Logan was supposed to be writing all the instrumental parts, but she couldn’t help herself.
Wylder gave herself a few moments to warm up and find her groove after so long away from the instrument that had once defined her. After Beckett left for Nashville, she’d been desperate to find a new group. And for a while, thePowerplay Girlshad been enough. But the girls in the band were older and ran with a rougher crowd, getting Wylder into way too much trouble—even for her. Once she left them behind, there was a time when she didn’t know who she was without music, the feeling only intensified when her birth mom died.
Thoughts of her mother would send her down a dark path of emotions she wasn’t prepared to dredge up again. She’d made her peace with what happened.
