Page 57 of Fractured Rhythm

Jax:Jackasses. I wouldn’t fuck any of you if your lives depended on it.

Tristan:Please explain how our lives would depend on it?

“Fucking hell, douchebags. We’re all in the same room, except Josh. Stop ragging on me and stop fucking texting,” Jax grumbled.

“Truth hurts, Jackie?” I teased.

Josh:You guys figure your shit out and let me know when I can send a contract to Charlie.

Tristan:On it.

“You still have her number?” I asked Tristan.

He pulled out his ever-present notepad. “Yep,” he said before he swiped on his phone.

“Tell her it’s a trial run,” I started.

“Bash,” Tristan said.

“What? I’m not reneging, but we need to make sure she fits with our sound. Bands need chemistry or they fail,” I said.

“Fine. A trial run. And that includes Josh’s mini-tour. We need to see how she performs with a crowd,” Tristan said.

“That works for me.”

I slouched back against the couch as Tristan tapped out his text to Charlie.

We’d done it. We’d decided on a new drummer. And I could really go for a drink.

Wish you were here, Jamie. Fucking wish you were here.

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