“I’ve even learned to two-step since I’ve been here.”
Carey shook his head. “This I don’t believe.”
“Fine, but it’s true. I went out with Kenzie and she taught me to dance.” And it got us both so turned on, we ended up doing it in a bathroom stall. Yeah, probably better to leave that part out of the story.
Carey stared at his bottle as a frown etched on his face. “You and Kenzie, huh? I thought I warned you to tread carefully there.”
“You did, yeah. And I tried...”
“But?”
“But sometimes things just happen.” The words came out more defensively than Chase intended. “I wanted it, she wanted it...” And now she apparently didn’t want it, but he still did. That left him with only one option. “Anyway, it’s done now. Over. As soon as we’re finished recording this song, I’m headed back to New England.”
“To do what?”
Try to forget that I came to Nashville to record a song and ended up falling in love . “Write new songs. Persuade Jordy to record again. Go back to rock ‘n roll. It’s my life, Carey. This...this was just a diversion.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
K enzie was grateful to Annabeth for staying the night, even if she didn’t think it was entirely necessary. Sure, she was a mess of emotions and feelings that she didn’t understand and was trying to ignore, but that didn’t mean she was going to binge and purge. No. She’d made way too much progress to go down that path again. She had too many positives in her life now, including the resurgence of her singing career. Because this song would mean a resurgence. Kenzie believed that. She could sense it.
She arrived at the Music Row recording studio to find Chase already there, relaxing in the lounge area with headphones on. He gave her a nod when she walked in the room.
“Hi,” she said.
He frowned and pulled the headphones off. “Did you say something?”
“Just ‘hi.’ I said ‘hi.”
“Oh, okay. Hi, yourself.” His tone wasn’t frosty, exactly, but it wasn’t warm, either. Not that Kenzie would blame Chase for being cold after the brush off she’d given him. She deserved it.
“What are you listening to?”
“An indie band called Continental Divide,” Chase said. “They opened for us on our tour last year.”
“Nice.” Kenzie walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. It wouldn’t have the flavor of gingerbread or hazelnut, like she preferred, but it was still coffee. “Does it relax you, listening to other people’s music?” She figured it must, since he’d suggested it to her yesterday. Was that how he’d ended up spending his evening, while she ate pizza and got a primer on relapse triggers from Annabeth?
Chase shrugged. “Sometimes, yeah. Not always.”
Okay, he definitely wasn’t a conversationalist this morning. Was it because of nerves, or because he was pissed off at her? Kenzie wanted to believe it was only the former, but she doubted it.
Fortunately, they were spared further awkward conversation when Keith came in the room with three other men, whom he introduced as the sound engineer, the mixer and the master-er. “Are you two ready to go?” the producer asked after the introductions were complete.
“I think so,” Kenzie said.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Chase agreed.
Keith nodded. “Good. We’ll get the click track down, then record the rhythms, followed by the harmonies and the melodies,” he explained. “Once we have all the tracks, and we’re happy with them, you two can be on your way, and these guys will work their magic and layer it all together into one incredible song.” He looked at Chase. “Carey tells me you’re anxious to head back east?”
“Yeah, I kinda am. I’ve got projects there that need my attention.”
“Then we’ll get this done. If any of your parts need re-recording, we can arrange for it to be done in a studio up there,” Keith said. “Heck, with our technology today, we could
Carey shook his head. “This I don’t believe.”
“Fine, but it’s true. I went out with Kenzie and she taught me to dance.” And it got us both so turned on, we ended up doing it in a bathroom stall. Yeah, probably better to leave that part out of the story.
Carey stared at his bottle as a frown etched on his face. “You and Kenzie, huh? I thought I warned you to tread carefully there.”
“You did, yeah. And I tried...”
“But?”
“But sometimes things just happen.” The words came out more defensively than Chase intended. “I wanted it, she wanted it...” And now she apparently didn’t want it, but he still did. That left him with only one option. “Anyway, it’s done now. Over. As soon as we’re finished recording this song, I’m headed back to New England.”
“To do what?”
Try to forget that I came to Nashville to record a song and ended up falling in love . “Write new songs. Persuade Jordy to record again. Go back to rock ‘n roll. It’s my life, Carey. This...this was just a diversion.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
K enzie was grateful to Annabeth for staying the night, even if she didn’t think it was entirely necessary. Sure, she was a mess of emotions and feelings that she didn’t understand and was trying to ignore, but that didn’t mean she was going to binge and purge. No. She’d made way too much progress to go down that path again. She had too many positives in her life now, including the resurgence of her singing career. Because this song would mean a resurgence. Kenzie believed that. She could sense it.
She arrived at the Music Row recording studio to find Chase already there, relaxing in the lounge area with headphones on. He gave her a nod when she walked in the room.
“Hi,” she said.
He frowned and pulled the headphones off. “Did you say something?”
“Just ‘hi.’ I said ‘hi.”
“Oh, okay. Hi, yourself.” His tone wasn’t frosty, exactly, but it wasn’t warm, either. Not that Kenzie would blame Chase for being cold after the brush off she’d given him. She deserved it.
“What are you listening to?”
“An indie band called Continental Divide,” Chase said. “They opened for us on our tour last year.”
“Nice.” Kenzie walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. It wouldn’t have the flavor of gingerbread or hazelnut, like she preferred, but it was still coffee. “Does it relax you, listening to other people’s music?” She figured it must, since he’d suggested it to her yesterday. Was that how he’d ended up spending his evening, while she ate pizza and got a primer on relapse triggers from Annabeth?
Chase shrugged. “Sometimes, yeah. Not always.”
Okay, he definitely wasn’t a conversationalist this morning. Was it because of nerves, or because he was pissed off at her? Kenzie wanted to believe it was only the former, but she doubted it.
Fortunately, they were spared further awkward conversation when Keith came in the room with three other men, whom he introduced as the sound engineer, the mixer and the master-er. “Are you two ready to go?” the producer asked after the introductions were complete.
“I think so,” Kenzie said.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Chase agreed.
Keith nodded. “Good. We’ll get the click track down, then record the rhythms, followed by the harmonies and the melodies,” he explained. “Once we have all the tracks, and we’re happy with them, you two can be on your way, and these guys will work their magic and layer it all together into one incredible song.” He looked at Chase. “Carey tells me you’re anxious to head back east?”
“Yeah, I kinda am. I’ve got projects there that need my attention.”
“Then we’ll get this done. If any of your parts need re-recording, we can arrange for it to be done in a studio up there,” Keith said. “Heck, with our technology today, we could
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