Page 49 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
He shook his head. “No, it’s just… that video didn’t really do you justice. You’re good.”
Her cheeks heated. “I’m really just a drummer.”
“No, I mean, I know your strength is drums, but your voice… do you plan on going into music eventually?”
“Not really. Well, not as a singer. I think I’m more of a behind the scenes fit. Maybe a producer.”
“No way. You should be seen, Wylder.”
She held the notebook to her chest. “What is it with you Cook brothers?”
“What?”
“You’re always pushing for more than I’m willing to give.”
Luke grinned. “Our charm, I guess. In the music industry, they always want more of you. I’m used to it. But I’m not kidding. You have a killer voice.”
“Yeah, well, no one will get to hear it in the review since I doubt Logan is dying to perform with me now.”
“Is that why the song isn’t finished?”
“Pretty much. We were writing together. It’s really his vision and I feel funny about working on it without him even though I’ve put as much into it as he has.”
“I’ll help you finish it.”
“Really?”
He shrugged. “Why not?”
If anyone told Wylder a year ago that she’d be sitting here about to write a song with Luke Cook, she wouldn’t have believed them. She’d loved his music, loved him. But that was more of an adoration. It was nothing like what Logan did to her when he was near. Sure, they looked the same, but Luke wasn’t him.
And yet… she wanted to finish the song. “I can’t seem to get the third verse right.”
Luke sang through what Wylder had. His voice wasn’t bad, surprisingly for a guy who lip-synced at his concerts and had his twin record his music. It was average, no special quality to it, not like Logan’s. “You should have a guitar riff here, before you launch into the third verse and bring it home.”
“I don’t play guitar.”
“I do.”
“So, that’s not fake?” She lifted a brow.
He laughed. “No, I can shred pretty epically actually.” He scratched out a line and rewrote it. “How is that?”
You came back to me,
but now I’m questioning everything we can see
on the long road in front of us
She sang the verse a cappella. “I like it.”
They shared a smile as the door burst open.
“Okay, Wylder, I’m ready to talk—" Logan frozen in the doorway, his eyes bouncing from Luke to Wylder to the notebook between them.
Wylder jumped from the bed. “Logan, wait…”
But he didn’t listen as he turned on his heel. Wylder knew what he’d seen. Her replacing him with his brother and working on their song. But he’d refused to talk to her since they sat across from each other in that dining hall. She hadn’t even known if he’d be willing to finish the song.
