Page 54 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Nothing. Why do you both assume something’s wrong?”
“You want to take that or should I?” her dad asked.
“You’re not funny, Dad.”
“What can we do for you, honey?” Her mom shushed her dad.
“Steak club.” Wylder rolled her eyes at the request. “I know it’s Becks’ thing, but I have a friend that could use a good night of steak club. Can I bring him over tonight? The headmistress gave us permission. She’s going to call you in about an hour to confirm.”
“Him?” She could practically hear her dad frown.
“Hush, dear. Of course, you can bring your friend over. Is there something we can help with?”
“He’s having a hard time right now. Um… Google Logan and Luke Cook, and you’ll see what he’s dealing with.”
“Luke Cook? Isn’t that the boy hanging all over your bedroom walls here?” Her dad asked.
“Oh, crap! You have to take those down. Mom, please make sure there’s no trace of my Luke phase anywhere in the house.”
“Of course, honey. Is this his brother? The one you sang with in that video.”
“Twin brother.”
“I see. I’ll come pick you up around six, after the store closes.”
“Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.”
“You like this boy?” Her dad asked in a gruff tone.
“I do, and you’d better not embarrass me, Dad.”
“Of course not, I wouldn’t dream of it. See you tonight, honey.”
15
“If you’re lucky enough to land in the spotlight in the music industry, odds are you’ll be interviewed at some point in your illustrious careers.” Mrs. Shepherd paced the front of the classroom. “And more often than not, you’ll be put on the spot during an interview. I’ve never managed a musician who didn’t bomb an interview at least once, so today we’re going to do a little exercise.”
Wylder scribbled a note on the corner of her notebook and passed it to Logan.
Dinner at my house tonight? It’s headmistress and Bash approved.
She’d had to do some arm twisting to convince Bash it was in Logan’s best interest that they take a night off campus. She thought he might have been jealous at first, but as he signed the gate pass, she realized he was just worried about his brother.
What’s the occasion?
Logan passed the notebook back to her.
Nothing special, just dinner with the fam and thought you might like to get out of here for a little while.
Sure, sounds great. Thanks.
“We’ll be doing a little improv today.” Mrs. Shepherd pulled two stools to the front of the class. “One of you will play the star, and the other will play the journalist.”
Wylder felt Logan’s tension beside her. He hated this kind of thing. Anything that required standing up in front of a group of people, no matter how big or small sent him into a stress-induced spiral.
Already, he was tapping his pencil on the edge of the desk.
“I’ll ask the questions,” Wylder murmured. “Then all you have to do is answer. I’ll keep it easy.”
