20
Jordan
As the businched through the traffic on Sunset Boulevard, Jordan watched the palm trees lining the street go by. She wished she told Lucky about the job offer and everything, but seeing her work so hard on her songs, Jordan knew Lucky didn't need the distraction. She'd have a chance to share her news soonenough.
Wearing the nicest outfit she brought with her, a sleeveless sheer front black tunic with flocked skulls, a black longline bra underneath, and a pair of black leggings, Jordan was ready to meet with Ian. She planned to take a cab to Ian's to see the apartment and talk more about the job. She wished the tour bus could move faster. She didn't want it to look obvious to Lucky that she was goinganywhere.
Sitting by the window with Dylan beside her in jeans and another black t-shirt, she grew more nervous as it seemed they'd never make it to the studio. Ian was expecting her and she didn't want tobelate.
"Geez, I could walk faster," she muttered toherself.
"Did you say something?" Dylanasked.
"No. Well, yes, but not really. Just that I could walkfaster."
"Nervous?"
"Duh."
When the bus finally reached SIR Studios, Dylan pulled Jordan aside as everyone got offthebus.
"Did I do something?" heasked.
"No. Why would youthinkthat?"
"I really thought you'd ask me to gowithyou."
"I didn't think you'd want to. Plus don't you need torehearse?"
She really didn't understand him. Why would he want to come with her? Not asking him was her way of letting him off the hook. She knew once the tour was done they were history anyway. At least that's what she convincedherself.
"Yeah, but I can get some time away. I won't let them know. Besides, last I checked with Lucky, she still wanted to add some final touches to the new songs before welearnthem."
"Okay, if you really wanttocome."
"Listen, I know you'll never admit it, but this is important to you. And if it’s important to you, then it’s important to me. If you don't want me there, justsayso."
"No, it’s not that I don't want you there..." Jordan said as she tried to look away from his piercingbrowneyes.
"Then whatisit?"
"I…I guess I'm just not used to this. I'm not used to someone wanting to bethere."
"Then get usedtoit."
Dylan was right, Lucky needed more time for the new songs so the band had a break before rehearsals. Jordan really wanted him to go with her, she just didn't believe anyone would really want to. They took a cab out to Ian Taylor's warehouse studio in SantaMonica.
As the cab drove onto the narrow Santa Monica street, Jordan thought everything looked different. Bright sunlight reflected off the pale grey exterior of the warehouse and a warm breeze swayed the palm trees. She got out of the cab, paid the driver, then looked at the addressagain.
"What's wrong?" Dylanasked.
"It looks different than last time. Was it always sopretty?"
"Looks the same to me," Dylan said andshrugged.
"Really?" She looked around and listened to the nearby crashing of the waves on the beach. "I guess I was in my ownworld."
As she opened the large warehouse door, Jordan felt her heart racing. She didn't believe she was qualified to help Ian, and she worried the trip to meet with him would put an end to all her hopes of having a new job and a placetolive.