Page 56 of Sweet Music
Sweet_Jane:
I want to hear that song. I’m crying just thinking about it.
He sighed just remembering, and ran a hand through his hair.
That was so long ago. Why does it matter so much?
When he got his big break all those years ago, his new publicist had asked him to sign into all his accounts on her tablet.
He’d assumed she was just going to look for posts thatcould be a problem going forward, and he didn’t think he had much to worry about.
He didn’t expect her to delete all his old accounts.
It’s better to start fresh,the publicist had told him with a saccharine smile.That way we don’t have to go through every little post or comment.
But starting fresh meant all his conversations with Sweet Jane were gone.
And he’d been sent right out on tour to open for another band before he had time to get his life in order.
Two weeks later, he had his first few days off. The first thing he did was use his phone to sign up for a new account withRiffsso he could find his girl again. He hadn’t gone more than a day without talking to her in so long, and he missed her so much that it hurt.
Jane never wanted real names, never wanted to meet in person. And he hadn’t argued at the time. Who was he anyway? A hometown boy with a silly dream and an old guitar who probably had more business milking cows and mucking stalls than talking about music with someone like her.
But now that he was on the road, now that he had a real contract… well, now maybe he finally had something to offer.
As soon as he had a new username set up, he sent her a message.
rockboy7:
sweet jane, it’s farmboy7
i’m so sorry I was gone for a few weeks - i’ve missedyou so much
i need to tell you everything now, even though you might not want to hear it
my real name is charles and i’m from the same county as you, believe it or not, but i was never in the orchestra all-stars
i disappeared for a bit because the unthinkable happened - my band took off!
they got rid of all my socials and sent me on tour, but i finally had a chance to come back on and let you know
you don’t have to tell me who you are if you don’t want to
but I want you to know that i’m cash law
yeah i know, i used to say i didn’t like cash
i just didn’t want you to guess
and, well, at times i do feel like a second rate elvis impersonator
you made my day that time you said cash law has his own sound
but i knew i was in love with you a long time before that
anyway, i hope you can forgive me - for disappearing on you, and for telling you my real name - and also for not telling it to you sooner
He’d waited, refreshing his screen over and over for hours until he finally fell asleep with his phone in his hand.
