Page 75 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
Wylder stood beside Logan, gripping her mic as they ran through the lyrics again.
“I’m a shopping girl. Oh yeah, oh yeah!” She pranced across their makeshift stage, ending the first line with a high kick and some jazz hands.
“I’ve got to get my curls. Oh yeah, oh yeah!”
“Because we’ve got prom to-night. Oh yeah, oh yeah!”
Logan joined her on the choppy chorus, and they managed to get through the awful song without too many hiccups.
“I think that’s as good as it’s going to get.” Logan scribbled a few more notes in his notebook.
“At least we didn’t laugh that time.” Wylder heaved a sigh. “Or cry.”
“If anyone records this, I’ll break their fingers.” Logan twisted the tuning pegs on his guitar, strumming a few chords until he was satisfied with the sound.
“And I’ll put out a hit on them.” Wylder sank to the floor. “I know people.”
“I’m serious. We can’t take another viral video scandal.” Logan lay on the floor beside her. “Do you think Mrs. Shepherd would agree to collect everyone’s phones until we’re done with this stupid assignment?”
“Probably, but you shouldn’t call her assignment stupid if you want her to agree.” Wylder turned her head to look into his eyes. “Are you worried about Luke’s interview?”
“Terrified.” Logan sighed.
“He’ll do fine. No matter how he decides to answer the questions, he’s got the charm to make a good show of it. And the PR team is prepping him, right?”
“Yeah.” He sighed again.
Wylder sat up to lean on her elbow so she could get a better look at him. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Logan leaned toward her. “They want Luke to sing.”
“Who wants Luke to sing?”
“The Los Angeles Daily Show with Marigold Martin. They want Luke to perform live after the interview.”
Wylder sat up straighter, crisscrossing her legs. “She’s interviewing Luke?” It would be a disaster. That woman would dig and dig until she got what she wanted.
Logan shook his head. “Not if they want him to sing the way they expect him to. He won’t agree.”
Wylder’s eyes widened in horror. “You’re going to have to do it?”
Logan nodded. “We don’t know what else to do. This career means so much to Luke. We don’t know how to do anything else. And his PR team has already made a statement about Luke being the one to sing with you on that video. I don’t think we have any choice but to go along with it.”
“But what will happen after? Now that the label knows the truth?”
“They’ll wait till the storm blows over, and then they’ll give us the boot. Either way we look at it, it’s over.” He shrugged. “At this point, we’re just trying to decide how we want to go out. In a fiery blaze of destruction? Or do we want to make a quiet exit and save what’s left of our dignity?”
“There’s always the truth.” Wylder glanced at him through the veil of her lashes. “A version of the truth that shows your fans how talented you both are and how hard you’ve worked to get where you are, despite the circumstances that led to your arrangement.”
“I just don’t know, Wylds. It ends badly no matter which way we look at it.”
“Maybe the Cook brothers need to find a new angle?”
“Logan?” Sebastian burst into the empty classroom where they were practicing. “Good, Wylder’s here too. Headmistress Jones has called us to her office.”
“I didn’t do it,” Wylder blurted.
Sebastian’s mouth quirked into a reluctant half-smile. “They found out who uploaded the video to YouTube.”
