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“I’ll be here with the truck. Come find me when you’re ready, and we’ll find a quiet place to try the breathing exercises. I’m not saying it’ll be a magic pill, but it can’t hurt to try.”
River nodded. “Thanks, Kit. I’ll see you here.”
With that, he walked away, and when my eyes settled on his ass, I nearly swallowed my tongue. What the hell was going on with me? I truly needed to get laid.
Chapter Four
River
The Offbeat, Los Angeles
“I’m telling you, the venue is too small to really push out the rock vibe like we do at a bigger place, so I think we should go unplugged at the beginning of ‘Chasing You’and then bring in the metal on the chorus. Let’s try this,” I suggested as I strummed the G-chord on my six-string acoustic.
“Chasing You”
You…you think I’ll keep chasing you
That I can’t live without you
You think that I love you
I…I know what you want from me
That you’ve got the best of me
And you want the rest of me
My…my head can’t take anymore
Please don’t knock on my door
I can’t get up off the floor
It can’t go down like before
There’s one thing I gotta do
After all you’ve put me through
All the times you’ve been untrue
I’m over chasing you…
“Then I’ll bring in the electric guitar, and Arlo can come in on the keyboard. It’ll be impactful, don’t you think?” I asked my bandmates as we sat in a hotel about a mile from The Offbeat.
We’d done a sound check at the venue, and after, I came up with an idea I was trying to sell to my bandmates. “Chasing You” was a new single we’d released in March and had included on the five-song EP that dropped in May.
Everyone had heard the song on the radio, satellite, and through streaming services. I thought it would be best if we could mix it up a little to generate more interest in the rest of the music for when the album was released at the end of September. As I glanced around, they all stared at me like I’d grown a second head.
Finally, Goldie nodded. “I think it’s a good idea. Maybe you play without the snare and with brushes, Hardy, like they did back in the day. Then, when River smacks the D-chord of the chorus, you slap the cymbals and turn on the snare, and we do it like we recorded it.”
JD stood from his place on the couch, heading to his bedroom and returning a moment later with a Paracho Elite Guitarron, a mariachi acoustic bass, and strummed a D-chord to blend with my D at the beginning of the song. It sounded incredible.
“Oh damn, that sounds great,” Goldie said. I had to agree.
Hardy began brushing a rhythm for the beginning of the song, and Goldie hummed the melody. I joined on the acoustic, and JD followed with the bass.
Arlo stared at me for a moment before he stood and left the room. I put my guitar on the couch and went after him. I stopped the door to the other suite from closing and stepped inside.
