Country

by Danielle Steel

  There were at least a dozen other people in his dressing room while he talked to Stephanie, and she recognized most of them as his band. There were the six musicians who accompanied him and two female backup singers, Sandy and another woman, Delilah, who was at least ten years older than she was, and both had great voices. The show really had been fabulous, and Stephanie was vastly impressed, particularly by Chase. And she liked his simple, natural style, which went straight to the heart. His lyrics were good, the music he composed was excellent, and his voice could rip your heart out. He had an enormous talent, and it was impressive seeing him live on stage. It had been very exciting and she was glad she’d stayed to see it, no matter how unusual for her.

  “Will you come out to dinner with us?” he asked her a few minutes later. “I warn you, this crowd can’t stomach decent food. They all grew up on grits and corn pone. They won’t eat anywhere but a diner, but there’s a halfway decent one not far off the Strip. Come with us,” he said warmly, and she hesitated. She didn’t want to impose on him, but the invitation was very appealing. They seemed like a good group and were all joking with one another and teasing Chase. They all thought the show had gone well and were pleased, and were friendly to Stephanie when Chase introduced her.

  He turned to her with a quizzical expression. “Do you have a nickname?”

  “No.” She shook her head.

  “Would Stevie work for you?” She laughed at the suggestion, and had to admit that in this group Stevie sounded more apt than Stephanie.

  “I’ll take it.” She smiled at him.

  “Good. I’ll take a quick shower and then we’ll head for dinner.” And then he turned to Sandy, who was talking to one of the musicians. “You coming, Squirt?” She nodded with a lopsided grin. “What about Bobby Joe?”

  “He’s coming too. He’s in the casino. I’ll go and get him.” Chase rolled his eyes as she said it.

  “The least he could do is watch our show. Just because he’s in the opening act doesn’t mean he can spend the night in the casino.” He gave Stephanie an exasperated look, and disappeared into his bathroom to shower. He emerged ten minutes later with wet hair, in a tank top like the one he’d been wearing earlier that day, with a blue plaid shirt over his shoulder, ripped jeans, and the battered black lizard cowboy boots he’d worn on stage. He looked every bit the rock star he was, now that she’d seen him on stage.

  All the musicians came with them when they left, and hotel security was thick around them all the way to the bus, as everyone got on board. And Stephanie was surprised by the luxury she saw inside. It was in good taste, and was decorated almost like a yacht, with dark wood-paneled walls, and lush brown leather upholstery, thick carpeting, some nice paintings, and sleek modern furniture, some of it covered in alligator, that he had had made for the bus. There was a full kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom with a king-size bed where he could rest. He preferred the bus to any other mode of travel, for privacy and comfort. He could do whatever he wanted on it. There was even a piano.

  Chase glanced around when they got on the bus, and asked where Sandy was. Delilah told him she had gone to the casino to find Bobby Joe. Delilah was the other singer, she was in her thirties, and she didn’t spend much time with Sandy away from work. She was married and had kids.

  “Christ, I feel like a kindergarten teacher half the time with those two,” Chase complained good-naturedly, and everyone laughed as he said it. Sandy and a lanky young boy covered in tattoos with bright red hair came running up to the bus minutes later.

  “Sorry, he was winning,” Sandy said apologetically to Chase, as Bobby Joe let himself down on the couch next to Stephanie and stretched out his long legs. He had a cocky look about him, and one could sense that he both admired Chase and was jealous of him. He wanted to be him one day, and until then had to content himself with being an opening act. He was about twenty years old, and his accent was even heavier than Chase’s and Sandy’s. He told Stephanie he was from Mississippi, and had been opening for Chase for about a year, but had played with another band before that. They all talked about the show that night and some things they wanted to change in rehearsal the next day, and by the time they got to the diner, everyone was calling her Stevie, and acting as though they knew her. They were an easy, congenial group, and it was obvious that they all adored Chase, except for the somewhat arrogant Bobby Joe, whom Sandy circled like a shepherd dog. He was arrogant with her too, and then kissed her long and hard in front of Chase, which shocked Stephanie, thinking she was Chase’s girlfriend.

  “Okay, Bobby, enough, don’t wear yourself out before dinner,” Chase said as they filed past him, on the way off the bus to eat, and the two young people brought up the rear. Stephanie was intrigued by Chase’s casual reaction. He was a hell of a good sport, or very self-confident if she was his girlfriend. She couldn’t help asking him about it, as they walked into the diner and Charlie the drummer asked for three booths. The people at the restaurant all knew Chase and were happy to see him back. They gave him three booths in the rear, where he was less likely to be bothered, although his fans always found him.

  “That doesn’t bother you?” Stephanie asked him as she slid into the booth next to him, after he patted the seat beside him to invite her to sit next to him since she was his guest.

  “What?” He looked blank.

  “Bobby Joe and Sandy.”

  “Not unless he knocks her up and she can’t work for the next year, and gets saddled with a baby. If he does that, I’ll kill him. He’s twenty-five years old and hopefully he knows better. She’s just a baby, and she’s crazy about him. But she’s eighteen, and there’s nothing I can do. And she’s got to have some fun,” he said reasonably. “Her daddy died three years ago, and left her to me when she was fifteen. I’m her guardian. Her mama died when she was two, so I’m all she’s got. Thank God she can sing, or I wouldn’t know what to do with her. But I can tell you, it’s a hell of a responsibility raising someone else’s kid. I figure that if I get her to twenty-one, she’s on her own after that. Until then, she answers to me.” He looked serious as he said it, and Stephanie grinned broadly. “I’m serious. It’s not easy. Especially raising girls.”

  “I know. I have two of my own. And a son,” Stephanie said just as seriously, and then smiled again. “I thought she was your girlfriend, so I thought Bobby Joe was being pretty gutsy kissing her right in front of you.” Chase burst out laughing when she said it.

  “Are you kidding? You think I’m a child molester? She may be eighteen on her driver’s license, but she’s fourteen in her head, or twelve sometimes, or two. I don’t go out with women young enough to be my daughter, or granddaughter in this case, by Tennessee standards. I’m forty-eight years old, and the last thing I need is an eighteen-year-old in my bed. That would kill me for sure.” He was still chuckling, and Stephanie looked amused too. “She’s a pretty girl, but that’s just a bigger headache, especially at her age. I lived with a woman for fourteen years, and we broke up two years ago. As she put it, our careers weren’t compatible. It’s hard to keep two people together in this business.” Stephanie vaguely remembered that he had been involved with some equally famous country music singer, and they had recorded several albums together. She didn’t remember the breakup. “I married my high school sweetheart at seventeen, and we had a baby a year later. My son is thirty years old and smart enough not to go into this business. He runs a construction company in Memphis. His mama and I divorced when he was two years old. She got married again and had a bunch of kids. I never did. I got busy with my career and stayed that way. It suits me better than marriage, and I’ve kind of taken a break for the past two years since Tamra and I broke up. That got a little heavy. She actually sued me over some of our music together. I don’t need the headache.”

  “So how do you manage to stay so normal?” Stephanie asked him honestly after they ordered burgers and fries. The two musicians sharing the booth with them were arguing about a change in the arrang
ement of the second song of the show, and they were paying no attention to Stephanie and Chase.

  “I don’t know. I don’t like it when people get all full of themselves. Besides, you might be a star one minute, and nothing the next. I figure keeping things simple is better. Tamra was always the big star—I just tagged along.” But the truth was, he was the bigger star, and always had been, and her career had tanked after she left him. Stephanie was impressed with his modesty and genuine, unassuming ways. After that they joined in the conversation with the two musicians, and Chase settled the argument about the arrangement. He liked it the way it was. “Don’t fix what ain’t broke,” he reminded them, which was a saying she had often used too. The enemy of good is better.

  The whole group spent an hour at the diner and then went back to the bus, and when they arrived at the hotel, Chase walked her across the lobby to the elevator. She didn’t invite him to come up, and he didn’t suggest a drink at the bar. She could see that he was tired. They had worked hard during their show.

  “So what are you doing tomorrow?” he asked with a gentle smile. “Driving back to San Francisco?” She nodded. She had had a great time that night, and she liked him. He seemed like a good man. She liked his values and his reactions, and his philosophies about life. Play fair, be honest, don’t screw over the other guy, work hard. It all made sense.

  “I should get back,” she said, although she wasn’t sure why she said it.

  “To what?” he asked her honestly. After talking to her, he knew that she had no kids at home, no job, no real reason to go home. “Why don’t you stay another day? We’re only playing here for three days, and then we’re going back to Nashville. Why don’t we drive out in the desert tomorrow? It’s beautiful. I’ll show you the sights. I don’t have to be at rehearsal until six.” He made the band work hard, which he said kept them all good, and him too. “What about it?” His eyes pleaded with her, and she hesitated and then nodded. Why not? She was enjoying herself. She didn’t feel like he was pursuing her as a woman, just as a friend, which was nice. There was no pressure on her.

  “Okay. What the hell? I’ve come this far, I might as well stay another day.” She said it as much to herself as him.

  “That’s my girl, Stevie. You know what they say. Carpe diem. Seize the day. We only get one day at a time—we have to make the best of it. You never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Today is all we’ve got.” She had learned that lesson with what happened to Bill. And she knew the expression. It was Latin. Carpe diem. She just never thought it applied to her. It never had before. “I’ll call you around ten. We’ll figure out something to do. I’ve got a car here—we don’t have to take the bus.” It sounded good to her. And like fun. She was going to spend the day with Chase Taylor, just hanging out, just as she had done tonight. Who would have thought that the long-haired, tattooed guy she had met on the hiking trail at the Grand Canyon would turn out to be a country music star, and they’d make friends? He was right in what he said. Carpe diem. Seize the day.

  Chapter 8

  When Chase picked her up at ten-thirty the next morning, he had a plan. He waited for her in a Mercedes at a side door of the hotel where no one would see him, and he told her about the Moapa River Reservation of Paiute Indians he wanted to take her to, thirty miles away. “It was a land grant of two million acres originally. Now it’s down to a thousand,” he explained to her. “There’s not much there. They run a casino and a few stores, but there’s a medicine man I met there, at the casino. He’s a very spiritual person. I thought you might like to meet him,” Chase said as they drove north on Interstate 15. It was in the desert, and he said he had been there before. When they got there, they walked around. It was a bleak place, with imposing sandstone cliffs. Chase knew where to find the medicine man at his small, dilapidated house just outside town. Chase introduced him to Stephanie, and the medicine man told her that she had far to go on a new path.

  “Did you tell him that?” Stephanie asked Chase suspiciously, and he swore he hadn’t. The medicine man told her then to open her eyes so she would see the path and to let go of her old ways and life. And he told Chase that he had to open his heart, that it had been closed for a long time, maybe since he was a boy. They talked for a while. Chase thanked him and slipped bills into his hand as they left.

  “That’s pretty scary,” Stephanie commented as they drove away. There was something very profound and spiritual about the man, and Chase said he had been impressed by him before. Chase liked to meet unusual people off the beaten path.

  “Medicine men are very special people,” he confirmed.

  “Was what he said about you true? That your heart has been closed.”

  “Pretty much,” Chase confessed easily as he drove with his eyes on the road. “Except to music. I don’t think I’ve really loved anybody since the girl I married at seventeen. I loved Tamra, but it was complicated, and it was always more about our careers than the relationship. The relationship just came out of that. She’s a hard woman, and she’s all about herself. This business is like that, everyone is out for themselves, and they don’t care who they screw over to get where they want. It destroys people’s souls.” But she had a strong sense that his was intact.

  “So why are you different?” she asked as they drove back toward Las Vegas.

  “Maybe I don’t care as much about where I’m going. I’ve been lucky. I love what I do, but not enough to kill someone over it or give up who I am. I’m not willing to make the sacrifices some people are. I’m willing to work my ass off, not sell my soul.” He had made the right choices and had remained whole. “What about you? What are you going to do now?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never had choices before. I was on a path I thought I was going to be on forever. I forgot the kids would grow up. I thought I was married forever. It never dawned on me that he might die, at least not until we were very old.”

  “Were you happy with him?” Chase was curious about her.

  “I used to be. At first. And then I think we kind of lost each other in the shuffle. I was busy with the kids, he was focused on his career. He worked too much. We were always tired by the time we got together. I think the excitement kind of went out of it for both of us. We were just used to each other and knew what we had to do.” She took a breath then. “And then he had an affair. It kind of blew what was left to bits, and maybe there wasn’t much left even before the affair.” She had never said that out loud before, not even to Bill. “I never wanted to face that when he was alive, but maybe it was true. We split up for a couple of months when I found out about it. She was married too. She went back to her husband, he came back to me, and that was it, but it was never the same again. That was seven years ago. I never realized how empty our marriage was till then. The excitement and passion in our lives died a long time ago. Maybe that’s why he had the affair—maybe he was just trying to feel alive again. Maybe we should have gotten divorced then, but I didn’t want that for our kids. So we stayed together. I don’t think we were ever happy with each other after that. There were okay days, but never great ones. There was no magic. Our relationship was like a job. I never realized that till he was gone.” She had been thinking about all of it since Bill’s death.

  “That’s why I never got married again,” Chase said softly. “I never wanted to settle for ‘good enough.’ I wanted ‘great’ or nothing. I never fell in love again. I guess that’s what the medicine man meant. But it’s hard to find someone to fall in love with when you’re in this business. So many big egos, and people who want to use you to get where they want. There’s not a lot of heart, except in the music. Sometimes the people in it just suck.” She laughed at what he said and suspected it was true. And it was hard for someone like him, he was such a big star, and everyone wanted something from him, or to use him. She said it, and he agreed. “You get used to it after a while. I don’t take it personally. But I don’t fall for them either. I know better now. I used to be naïve. I’v
e gotten smarter with age. You have to in this business, and in life. Or you get screwed over every time.” It was an interesting perspective. “But what’s happening to you is like being born again. You can wipe the slate clean. You have a million opportunities to start a new life.” She nodded, thinking about it, and knew it was true.

  “I don’t know,” she said sadly. “And what do I do? I want a job, but I don’t know what I can do. I haven’t worked in years, and I don’t have a talent like you.”

  “What are you good at? What do you like to do?”

  “I don’t know…being a wife and mother. Entertaining clients. Folding laundry. Making Halloween costumes. I like to sing, but I’m not talented. I used to like to write poetry and short stories, but what would I do with that? I’m doing volunteer work at a homeless shelter for kids right now. The people who run it are a little disorganized, so I never know when they’ll need me, which makes it hard to plan. But I like it. The kids really need help. Unlike my own, who really don’t need me anymore.”

  “They probably need you more than you think. And if they don’t, it means you did a good job.” He was practical and down to earth above all else.

  “I need them more than they need me. And they’re being difficult right now. Their father hardly paid any attention to them, but as soon as he died, they decided he was a saint.”

  “They’ll get over that. It’s probably part of the grieving process for them.”

  “Well, it’s damn hard to listen to, I can tell you. I don’t mind them thinking he was a nice guy, I always fostered that and made him look like a hero to them. But now everything I did, they attribute to him, and my girls act as though they’re pissed that he’s dead and I’m alive.” She was totally comfortable talking to him and admitting things she might not have to someone else.