Page 10 of Only for the Moment
“For whatexactly?”
“The album concept in two weeks; studio time in six months.”
“Huh.” From the corner of his eye, he watched Nick’s fingers tap a rhythm out on his knee. “How do you feel about that?”
Isaac snorted. “So we’re talking feelings now?”
He wasn’t sure what his feelings were, much less telling them to anyone else. For five years he’d pushed himself, first to break into the rock music industrywhen his arrogant father had told him he’d never make something of himself doing what he loved. His family had waited in the wings, waited for him to fail, but he hadn’t. Within a year he’d not only won a recording contract, but his first single had climbed to the top of the charts. He’d earned his rock royalty status with nonstop recording and touring for the past four years, proving he hadwhat it took to stay on top.
He couldn’t lose it now. He wouldn’t.
Every time he faced his crew, his band, his agent—hell, sometimes even his best friend—he felt the pressure, the same pressure that had pushed him through tour after tour and album after album: the pressure to perform. To succeed. His career and his psyche demanded it. Except now, when he reached for that place inside him wherethe music waited, he found…chaos. There was no order, no song. Not even an inkling.
The music was just…gone. The only clear thing in his life right now was how fucked up he was. Not only would he not be ready in two weeks; he had no fucking clue when he might even be close. Because he had no fucking clue how to fix himself. He didn’t even know what the hell was broken.
And he was running outof time. The noose was tightening, and the longer this went on, the more likely he was to hang himself.
