Page 29 of Living on the Edge

“Do you think Angus would do an interview for Rockin’ With Ryleigh?” I ask Sasha. “Specifically to do with how he uses water for his show?”

“Sure. Why not? He loves talking about the drums.

“He seems… closed off,” I say. I want to call him unfriendly but that’s not the right thing to say. “As if he doesn’t like having the press around.”

“That’s probably true, but he has to do some whether he likes it or not. It’s part of the job.” She pauses. “Do you want me to ask him for you?”

He probably wouldn’t like that, so I shake my head. “Nah. I’ll hit him up tomorrow. Thanks, though.”

“Well, Lexi told me about the story you’re going to do, and I really appreciate it. We haven’t come up with a way to address what’s going on with her, but this feels right. Like it was meant to be. So anything you need, just let me know. And if the guys from Crimson aren’t cooperative, I’ll talk to them. It’s not like tattling—that’s literally why you’re here so don’t worry about giving me a head’s up. Even if it’s after I go home.”

“Thanks, Sasha.”

Not that I’m going to take her up on it.

The last thing I need is them resenting my presence because I ratted them out to Sasha.

No, I’ll find a way to win them over just like I did with Lexi and Kirsten.

* * *

I bumpinto Angus right after they come off stage and hurry after him.

“Hey, Angus?”

He turns, looking impatient. “What’s up, Ryleigh?”

“I wondered if I could ask you for a favor?”

“You can ask. No guarantees I’ll say yes.”

Yikes. It doesn’t seem like he’s in a good mood at all.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Would you allow me to take video of me asking you some questions about your drum show, how you use the water, stuff like that?”

“Why?” He looks annoyed.

“Why what?” I ask in confusion. “Why would I want to make a video asking you about something you do that’s really cool?”

“The fans don’t care about the how; they just like the end result.”

“But I care about the how…”

“Lucky for you then, you get to see it behind the scenes. Talk about that.”

“Why are you being a dick?” I ask in frustration.

“Why are you so annoying?”

We glare at each other.

“Fine. Whatever.”

I stalk in the opposite direction, shaking my head.

Is it really that big of a deal to ask him to do that for me? Any attention I bring to the band is good. Isn’t it? Apparently, not to him. And if he thinks I won’t rat him out to Sasha, he’s delusional. I’m done with this game, where he goes hot and cold every five minutes.

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