Page 36 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“You talk to him a lot?”
“Every day.” He shrugged.
Wylder was glad for that. She dialed up Becks, and he answered the Facetime right away. He never ignored her calls if he could help it.
“Hey, baby sister!” He grinned.
Wylder groaned. “I’m only three years younger than you.”
Becks shrugged and looked back over his shoulder to tell the people there to be quiet. “Sorry, I’m at the studio. Skye made them stop recording when she saw your name flash on my phone.”
“Becks, you could have at least finished your song.”
He shrugged. “We’ll have to redo it a million times, anyway. What’s up? Who is that with you?”
“Just Logan.” She turned the phone so Becks could get a better look.
“Oh good, the only Cook brother I don’t have reason to hate. Yet. You’re not… dating him… are you, Wylder?”
“Ew, no,” Wylder and Logan said at the same time.
Becks blew out a breath. “Good. Focus on school. Don’t date anyone.”
“Whatever, Becks, I didn’t call for a lecture. We need your help.”
He pretended to tear up. “Nicky,” he called. “Wylder needs my help. This is a day I’ll always remember. When I’m old and giving your eulogy, I’ll mention this momentous occasion.”
“You won’t be giving any eulogy if I kill you first.” Wylder narrowed her eyes. “If you want, we can call Luke for help. I mean, he is just as famous as you.”
Becks scowled. “He is not! No, you came to me. I’m all ears.”
Wylder shared a look with Logan. “Okay,” she said. “Tractors.”
Confusion flashed in his eyes. “Um…”
“Tractor songs,” Logan clarified. “Wylder is just trying to confuse you. We have to write a song about tractors for class.”
A smile broke out across Beckett’s face. “Well, that’s kind of the best assignment ever.”
“Becks, I’m only in this class because of you, so you owe me.”
“You can’t keep pulling that out. Admit it, you love the class.”
“Your brother is right.” Logan bumped her shoulder with his.
“Those words should never pass your lips,” she whispered. “Okay, Becks. Lay it on me. We need your best advice. How are we supposed to write a song about something so stupid?”
Becks pursed his lips, putting his thinking look on that just made him look constipated. “A metaphor.”
“What?”
“Turn the entire thing into a metaphor. A tractor could stand in for planting anything, not just crops. Like… hope. It could be planting hope and helping it grow. Anything can be a metaphor if you try hard enough.”
Wylder gaped at her brother. “Dude, that’s ridiculous. Planting hope? You’re so cheesy. The point of this project is to write a ridiculous song about an object and make it marketable. I don’t think turning it into a metaphor helps with that.”
He shrugged. “Then rhymes. Add in lots of rhymes if you want it to be ridiculous.”
Logan rubbed his cheek. “Tractor… Factor… Actor… Detractor…” He twisted an arm around Wylder’s shoulders and drew her in. “Smacked her.”
