Page 59 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
But she didn't want to. She needed to know what was going on. She didn't get a chance to respond to Killian before Sebastian met her gaze.
"No, you two can stay. You'll read about this in the tabloids, anyway." He unlocked his phone and handed it to Logan.
"This doesn't look like anything new." Logan's brow furrowed.
"Keep reading."
Wylder kept her eyes trained on Logan, watching his face grow paler and paler. Finally, he looked up. "I kept telling myself this would blow over if I stayed out of sight, but it won't, will it?"
Sebastian shook his head.
"What's going on?" Wylder walked forward to take a place at Logan's side.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. "Apparently the L.A. Morning show had an expert on this morning. This is an article about it. They compared the vocals in our YouTube video with vocals on Luke's album using some kind of vocal matching software. It's a perfect match. Now all the news outlets are using this as proof and reporting the scandal."
"I thought they were already reporting it."
"Gossip sites were. Now, it's legit news sources." He collapsed onto the couch, looking more tired than anything.
"That's not everything." Sebastian sighed.
How could that not be everything?
"There's another rumor. It says the label is dropping Luke."
"But it's just a rumor, right?" Logan leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
Sebastian threw his hands up. "We don't know. Right now, no one at the label is returning Uncle Bruce's calls."
"That's not good, is it?" Wylder asked.
"No." Logan looked up at her, his eyes darkening. "It’s not good."
"So, what do we do?"
"We?" Sebastian asked.
Wylder crossed her arms. "My relationships with you Cook boys might be complicated at best, but I can't help feeling like I started this. If I'd just stopped meddling, none of this would be happening and he wouldn’t have pushed past his nerves and been seen on that stage. So, yes, it'swe. I'm in this, whether you like it or not, Bash Cook."
Sebastian's lips twitched at that. "That reminds me of a feisty girl I once knew."
She sent him a glare. Now was not the time for trips down memory lane. Plus, if she was going down the boulevard of broken dreams with a Cook brother, it would have been Logan, the boy who’d kissed her twice and acted like just a friend the rest of the time.
Confusing jerk.
Shaking off those thoughts, she stomped her foot. "Don't just sit there looking like gaping fools, boys. Luke needs help. So, what do we do?"
Logan met her gaze. "We go to Nashville."
* * *
Family emergencies. They worked every time. There was no way Ms. Jones would have let Wylder go to Nashville again to help Luke, so Wylder called in reinforcements in the form of a brother who was surprisingly easy to convince. She'd asked Becks to trust her, and he did. Being the Academy's celebrity spokesman, and also payer of Wylder's tuition, he had considerable pull.
Ms. Jones wasn't an idiot. She knew it was a lie, but Wylder thought she was secretly glad to have an excuse to let her go.
Lying wasn't exactly making better choices, but going to Nashville to help a guy she wasn't even sure she liked was.
Luke needed them.
