I may never play the drum again. I may never play the drums again. I MAY NEVER PLAY THE DRUMS AGAIN.
The drums were my life. I was the drummer for one of most famous rock bands to hit the stage in the last two years.
Two years of jumping through hoops for the record label who claimed to have made us.
I knew we would have gotten there on our own in time. The boys did not have the time, like I did. They needed the exposure, the money, the backing a record label gave to shoot us up fast. That was exactly what we got.
That and all the bullshit that we had no idea came along with signing to a label.
If I was smart, I would have had Carrie look over the contracts before I let the boys sign. Before I let myself sign.
Unlike me, the rest of the band was barely getting by on part time jobs and what little money we made from gigs. They did not have a trust fund to fall back on like I did.
Our two year contract expired with the end of this tour. We were finally in the position to rebrand ourselves and create the sound we wanted.
And now, there was no band.
Because there was no drummer.
“Theo, are you even listening?”
That was right, Carrie was still in the room, talking with the doctor. I tuned out somewhere around the time he told me I may never play the drums again.
“Can I have a minute to process all of this,” I snarled.
Why couldn’t they see this was not cut and dry for me? This was the end of my life as I knew it.
Everything would change after this. I feared it may not be for the best.
“Theo.”
I glared as Carrie’s sympathetic voice grated my last nerve.
“Theo,” she took my chin in her hand and forced me to face her. “Don’t take this and turn it into some bullshit reason to become self destructive. Self pity doesn’t suit you.”
That was the spitfire I knew to be my sister-in-law.
“This clinic has the best physical therapists in the world. Why do you think I had you brought here? If, and I mean if, there is a way for you to ever play drums professionally, then this is the place that can do it.” She let go of my chin.
She straightened her pencil skirt and faced the doctor.
“Now, let discuss some treatment options.”
She was right. Self pity did not look good on me.
“I get what you’re saying, Carrie, but I still need a little time to process all of this, ok?” I reached for her hand and gave it a gentle tug.
She conceded, “Ok. We’ll give you a little time. You must be tired. Get some rest. We will be back later and we’ll discuss treatment options.”
She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and left me to wallow.
It didn’t take long before I got restless lying in the room alone. I raised the bed until I was in a sitting position. I felt a twinge in my shoulder, the shoulder that took the brunt of the impact when the seat belt broke.
That broken seat belt may have ended my career, but it saved my life.
I dragged the IV pole to the window.
On the sidewalk were droves of fans holding signs wishing me to get well soon.
They had no idea which room I was in. They had no idea whether I could see them or not, but they were here anyway. Holding vigil, having faith that I would be ok.
Loyal, true fans.
Would they be so loyal and true when they found out I may never play the drums again?
I decided to take a walk. I knew there was a security guard outside my door. Most likely to keep away the staff that shouldn't be in this wing and were hoping to get a glimpse of a rock star.
I heard low murmured voices as I approached the door.
Then I heard a voice that perked my ears and I was smiling before I even got the door open.
“Brin, is that you?”
I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Her back was to the door. Was she going to leave without speaking to me?
Also by Brandy Munroe
Playboy Heir (Book one in the Heirs series)
Man Whore Heir (Book two in the Heirs series)
Bastard Heir (Book three in the Heirs series)
Womanizer Heir (Book four in the Heirs series)
Rock God Heir (Book five in the Heirs series)
Other books planned by this author:
Rock Gods Series
Rock Gods: Maddox
Rock Gods: Baden
Rock Gods: Bash
Rock Gods: Adam
The Steele Legacy
Braden: Cold as Steel
Liam: Smooth as Steel
Gabe: Hard as Steel
Womanizer Heir (The Heirs Book 4) Page 19
