“Whoa, okay, must be serious, then,” Dash said.
“That stupid fucker told Davy and Cole that I’d agreed to join the three of them in a project he has in the works. He’s callingitAcoustic Hellscape, and yeah, what little he told me was intriguing, but I never told him I was in. I told him I had questions I’d ask once I had a chance to work them all out.”
“Knowing Knightly, that ticked him off.”
“He’s probably more pissed now, since I never answered the last message he sent,” Rebel said.
“Oh well,” Kit muttered. “Fucker’s a douche.”
“I should probably let Cole and Davy know he’s full of shit,” I said, reaching for the phone I’d tossed on our narrow coffee table when I sat down.
I shot off two rapid-fire texts, briefly informing them both that Knightly didn’t speak for me and that I hadn’t agreed to anything regarding the project.
Shit, man, the only reason I said I’d do it was to work with you. Cole texted back moments later.
Looks like I was destined to do a lot of apologizing today.Sorry. All I know about it is what he’s texted me in the last few days, which didn’t explain a lot.
Thanks for the heads-up. Is there a chance you’ll change your mind?
Doubtful. He and I aren’t speaking right now.
I might be saying the same thing by the end of the day.
Hope you get it sorted out.
Doesn’t sound like there’s anything to sort if he flat out lied to us.
He did.
Yeah. I’m out. He can find someone else to sing.
Sorry, man.
Don’t be. I’d rather know now, before I wasted any more time fine-tuning the songs he sent me. They’re rough as fuck.
That’s because his band always polished them for him.
I did not know that. Thanks again.
Yeah. Hope your day gets better.
You and I both.
Our short conversation left me feeling bad for the guy, who had an amazing voice but shit luck when it came to joining bands with staying power. I’d heard a few of his acoustic sets,and if I were Knightly, I’d have chosen him too, only I wouldn’t have lied to rope him into a project.
“Something tells me Knightly’s day just went from bad to worse,” Johnny said when I laid down my phone.
“You could say that. Cole wasn’t happy. I haven’t heard anything from Davy yet, but that’s normal for this time of day.”
“Yeah, your phone is going to light up like the Fourth of July when he gets up,” Johnny said as our bus pulled up behindThe Lizard Lounge, which, despite how many tattoo displays appeared in the window, people still thought it was a strip club.
Do you know how many people have wound up making appointments to get ink after popping in here?Diesel, the owner of the shop, had proclaimed the one time I’d dared to suggest he change the name.
I didn't, and it worked for him, so who was I to judge?
“My man,” Deisel said, pulling me into a one-armed, back-slapping hug the moment I stepped into the shop. “It’s been too long, brutha.”
“Tell me about it,” I said.