Page 64 of Wildfire
I look at Trevor, waiting for him to say something else.
"What is it?"
"It's about Georgia."
Tears start to form in my eyes. "Oh my god, did she die?"
He's ripping a napkin to shreds. "Nope. She was put under arrest last night."
Jordy and I look at each other and back at Trevor.
"What for?"
"She's the one who's been starting the fires. The Sheriff confronted her with some evidence, and apparently, she broke down and admitted to the whole thing. I guess it started after Jensen got engaged."
"What are we going to do about the new album?"
"Really, Jordy? That's your next question?"
"Well, it's just that you said this would impact us all."
"It does. And we do have to think about the new album. But I would have thought you would have asked something about her and how she's doing."
Jordy looked down at his mug. "Sorry, you're right. I'm just on edge because my girlfriend—"
"Is pregnant. We know."
"I guess this is as good a time as any to say it then."
I turn in my seat and stare at him. "Say what?"
"I don't want to tour anymore. Not when I have a kid on the way. My dad was a shit dad, and I don't want that for my kid. So when we finish this tour… I'm done. I…You need a new drummer."
I slump in my seat and lean my head back.
"Wow. First, Jensen leaves, and now you. That’s two drummers lost in one year."
"Sorry, man."
"I get it. The road is hard. What about you, Renée?"
"What about me?"
"Are you out too?"
"I didn't think I wasin. I was just a temporary replacement."
"Given the circumstances, I don't think Georgia will play any music for a while. So, you in?"
My mind starts spinning. Again, Georgia's loss is my gain, and it feels awful. I'm also not sure anymore that this is what Iwant. Is this what my life will always be like? I love the highs of being a musician, but I need a way to cope with the lows.
"Can I…I need to think about it. Let's finish this tour first. Okay?"
"That's fair. I'm ready to keep going if you are. You're a solid player and a great frontwoman."
"Thanks."
Right then, my food comes, and I tuck into it like I haven't eaten in a week. While I hoover it into my mouth, I mull over what happened.
