good, we’ve gotta prove ’em right.”
“Unless it was just…random,” Charlie said from the doorway. “They do that sometimes because they don’t want fans to automatically assume the last band is the best band.”
Ashley’s shoulders went tense. She and Charlie were still not on good terms, and she knew they might never be. On top of other things, he had made her vow to keep a secret he still hadn’t decided to tell Logan, and she didn’t like that at all. Plus, Kaylee had been crying on her shoulder a lot lately. Charlie wasn’t right for her, yet she refused to kick him to the curb where he belonged. Her naïve and sometimes pathetic cousin was so caught up in being his girlfriend that she couldn’t see that she and Charlie were never going to work out.
Charlie gave Ashley an oblique glance that made her wonder if he was reading her mind and caused her to quickly turn away. “Plus, and no offense,” he said, “but I took the liberty of checking out some of the other bands. Y’all can’t go in there with all those covers and expect to win. You’d better amp up your game.”
“Oh, shut up,” Zip said. “You’re gonna get me stuck here for a few more hours…and I wasn’t kidding about wanting to see my girl tonight.”
Charlie shrugged.
Logan cased his instrument. “I’m sure we’ve got this, Charlie. If you wanted a say in the band, you should have stayed with it instead of running out on us like you did. This is Whisky business, and we’ll handle it.”
“Whisky business? Heh,” Charlie said, laughing snidely. “Very punny, bro.”
“I wasn’t joking,” Logan snapped.
The tension was so thick it was worthy of that cutting-it-with-a-knife cliché. Ashley wasn’t willing to hang around for that, and she really did have to study. “Logan, I’ll call you later, okay? I need to get back to my room to try to get some studying done.” She gave him a quick kiss and quickly headed out, walking fast so he couldn’t possibly stop her with a word or those gorgeous eyes of his.
The air outside was fresh and clean, and she found herself smiling as she looked up at the brilliant blue sky. Truly, she was falling in love with Nashville. It was a strange place, all glitz and glamour and country edge, mixed with a little rock-n-roll. It excited her and fed her soul, just as much as the fine Southern food filled her stomach.
She was born in New York, and she loved the big-city life growing up, but she had never really considered where she would live as an adult. Now she found herself torn between the Big Apple and Music City USA. She did have time on her side, though. She was only a freshman, after all, not a senior about to head out into the world. As she thought about that, it dawned on her that she wouldn’t even make it to her senior year if she didn’t hit the books.
Walking even faster, urged on by her desire to actually graduate someday, she finally reached the hall and stepped inside, where she was immediately assaulted by the usual din. She groaned in frustration, then yawned as she headed to her room. As far as she was concerned, the best thing she could do was grab her stuff and head outside somewhere to study, maybe under one of the giant old trees that sat on the sweeping green lawns or under the stairs. Anywhere but in the dorms.
Ashley found Kaylee weeping, sprawled across her bed like a deflated balloon. Ashley wanted to bang her head into the nearest wall and almost did. In fact, she also came very close to just tiptoeing past and pretending she didn’t see her, but in the end she walked into Kaylee’s room and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Kaylee lifted a mascara-streaked face from her tear-drenched pillow. “Oh, nothing. I just flunked a test. Daddy’s really mad. I asked the instructor if I could take a make-up exam, but they won’t let me, and I-I don’t understand why.”
“Because this is college, not high school, Kaylee.” The words popped out of her mouth