Page 93 of My Song for You
“But he’s got a child,” pixie cut said, “and is banging the nanny.”
Nice. Now I was Logan’s nanny. The girl must’ve been friends with my ex. And yes, I did remember his comment from the night I got drunk.
“Shhh.” The volume was cranked up, preventing further conversation.
The guys walked to the black leather sectional in the middle of the TV studio. The interviewer, a guy in his late twenties sitting in a matching armchair, had each guy introduce himself to the frenzied screams of the audience. And based on the volume of the screams, the audience consisted mostly of females. Young, horny females.
If the fans’ reaction was any indication, the band’s new album would zoom up the charts.
“How does it feel to be preparing for the release of your new album,Tangled?”
“Exciting,” Mason said. “We can’t wait to get back to touring again and rock the crowds.”
The guys nodded in agreement while I waited with bated breath to see what topics would have a green light and which were off-limits. My guess was that the do-not-even-go-there list included what had happened to Nolan and his family five years ago, and the recent news that Jared had a deaf four-year-old son. The interview should be about the music and not about their personal lives.
The interviewer asked a few more questions, which for the most part Nolan answered, but not without the other guys joking around and adding their own comments. The easy friendship they had in real life came through when they were interviewed together, with Kirk usually the more serious, quiet one and Mason the rambunctious joker of the group.
“You guys recently finished shooting the first video from the album, but instead of premiering it today, you’re singing the title track from your new album unplugged. Correct?” The interviewer looked at the guys for confirmation.
“Actually,” Jared said—and my chest squeezed so hard at his deep voice, I could barely breathe—“we’re going to play a song that isn’t on the album.”
“Oh, so it’s from the first album?”
“No,” Nolan explained, “Jared recently wrote it for someone special. The record label hasn’t even heard it.” My heart rate picked up at his words.
For some reason, Nolan’s news excited the interviewer. “Even better.”
The guys walked to their instruments of choice—all except for Jared. Instead of grabbing his guitar, he stepped up to the microphone.
I stood staring at the screen as Jared started singing.
When we were young
You were always by my side
My friend, my confidante, my sun on a cold winter day
I never felt like I needed to hide away
Not a single person in the room made a sound, all mesmerized by the emotion of the song and his incredible voice.
Thought I could handle the rain
Fell for a rose all beauty, all wrong
Didn’t realize until much too late
Only one real treasure was my fate
This is my song for you
The truth of my heart for you
When the clouds obscure the view
This is my song for you
You’re the only one for me
