Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“That’s the one thing I know for sure; Dana is over him.”
“Does he know that?” I ask Keane, who shakes his head.
“Hendrix believes they’re soul mates and she’ll come back to him.”
I know what that’s like, to believe in a soul mate. Nola’s mine. At least I think she is.
Keane turns to face me. “Is Nola ready for the tour?”
“She’s not going,” I tell him, filling him in on why. “We’ll meet up in SC and get married, though. So that’ll be nice. We’re just going to have our parents there, and then we’ll figure out the big celebration after she graduates.”
“Congrats, man.”
“Thanks, just don’t mention it to my sister. She has enough on her plate right now.”
“How’s Ben doing?”
“Good,” I say. “They’re planning their wedding now.”
“Chandler is hoping for an invite,” Keane said, laughing. I have no idea who they have on their guest list. Knowing Elle, everyone she’s ever met will be invited because she likes presents. But then again, I can also see her having a family-only celebration.
“Should I tell her you want a plus one?” I waggle my eyebrows at Keane, who blushes.
“Chandler would be my plus one.”
“Maybe there’s someone she wants to bring.”
Keane shakes his head. “I’m not even close to ready to let her date or even entertain anyone coming around to court her. Thankfully, we’re only in the tween stage of life. I have another couple of years before someone knocks on the door.”
“Court her?” I begin to laugh and then stop. There was a time when I thought I would have to court Nola after I met her family. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to care for the dating habits that her parents and grandparents practiced.
Maybe that’s where I made a mistake.
“I don’t even know what they call it these days,” Keane says as he runs his hand over his face. “Lately, I get ‘we’re just talking,’ which I think is dating, but I’m not sure.”
“Yeah, sorry. I can’t help you. Maybe JD or Liam can help since they’re raising teenagers.”
Keane bends over laughing. “JD’s answer is to tweet everything.”
I shake my head. I know for a fact Eden has repeatedly told her father to stay off social media. Nothing good comes from any of the apps, and while I know they’re a necessary evil for marketing, they’re the last place I want to be.
“JD is so set in his ways and still thinks he’s ‘in the know’ when it comes to apps. The only people he’s reaching on that app probably don’t know who 4225 West are.”
Keane snorts with laughter. “You’re so right.”
The door opens again, and the trio from Plum walk in. I’ve worked with them quite a bit on their album, and they’ll open for us on tour. It’ll be our second time touring with them, but this time it’ll be longer. I hope they’ll be able to cope with living on a tour bus for months. It’s definitely not easy.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Justine says as she comes over to us. “Quinn, can we jam later?”
She’s funny. I’ve told her before jamming is what we do when we’re hanging out; at least that’s what it is to me. What she wants to do is practice.
Justine is having a bit of trouble staying in time with the music, and I think it’s because she’s watching my fingers instead of listening to the output. I’ve told her to just sing, and I’ll take care of the rest, but she lacks confidence.
“Sure,” I tell her. “Might as well utilize everyone while we’re here.”
Justine nods and runs to catch up with her bandmates.
“She’s too shy for this business,” Keane says.
“Yep, but she can sing.”
“Elle has you working with her a lot.”
I nod. “I don’t mind. Plum is going to skyrocket with this new album. It’s really good.”
“That's if people hear it,” he says. “Radio play is so iffy these days. It's all about streaming.”
“I have writing credit on most of the songs, and I’m singing on a couple. Liam sings on one as well. Elle will make sure the tracks end up on our channels to increase Plum’s streams.”
“Smart.”
I nod. “Elle has it figured out. I think.”
“Great. Now she can get us some Grammy nominations and a performance; we’ll be all set.”
I laugh but am totally in agreement. “I’ll tell her.”
Hendrix finally arrives, and we’re able to get to work. We have a general idea of what songs we want to play on tour and need enough to fill our set of two hours.
“Elle’s not here today, so it’s just us making the decisions,” I tell them. “Take a sheet of paper and write down which songs you think we should play. I’ll give Elle your suggestions and let her figure out the set."
"How long is our show?” Dana asks.
“Full set is five hours. Talking Til Dawn starts off with thirty minutes and then there’s a half hour break before Plum comes on for their hour long show, an hour intermission for set change, and then we’ll be on at approximately nine.”