I finished up the last of my phone calls when my stomach began to rumble. I looked down at my phone and saw that lunch had long passed by and dinner time was setting in.
I’d made my way in to Jared’s office, which was really just an extra bedroom with a desk, an iMac and a bed.
“I’m gonna go get some dinner ok?”
“No need.” He replies without even looking at me. “I ordered in. Plus I need you to call the museum about the exhibit.”
“Yeah. I’ve got it all planned out.”
He patted a spot on the bed next to him, and I took my cue to have a seat. He showed me a notebook with scribbles and words like, “sex show”, “trump tank” and “love/hate wall”.
I listened to his ideas and was actually quite impressed at the lengths he was going to for the promotion. As much of an ass as he could be, he was a brilliant ass nonetheless.
Shannon’s voice boomed through the house, and brought me the opportunity for escape.
We dined on locally sourced vegan fare, because well... it’s what he ordered. And who were we to question it. Jared began to scribble in his notebook again at the table. More ideas. More projects for me to do dirty work for.
“Do you ever stop for a second?” I asked.
“Listen.” He said sternly. “This is five years of my life. Five years of work. Five years of trying to tweak and perfect every nuance of this album. So no, I’m not gonna take a break.”
“Jared!” Shannon broke in admonishing his brother. “Knock it off.”
“What? I’m sorry she doesn’t get it.”
“No one gets your process. But don’t be a dick to people who are trying to help you.”
Suddenly I wasn’t hungry anymore. It was late now and I was done. I stood from the table and went to grab my things.
I heard Jared get up from the table behind me. I turned to face him, annoyed and angry.
“Stay.” He swallowed hard as if he had to rehearse how to say these next words perfectly. “Please. I’m—I’m sorry.”
Did Mr. Ego just apologize for being a prick? I think he did. Let’s find out.
Ok. At least the guy was trying. And having learned my lesson from the last album, I packed an overnight bag.
I stayed. Midnight turned in to two a.m., and the last thing I remember was lying down in the office bed with Jared at the computer emailing god knows who.
I woke up to the sounds of shuffling papers expecting to see Jared still at work. But to my surprise, Shannon was rummaging through notes looking like a kid who just woke up their parent a little too early.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.” He said quietly.
“No. It’s ok.” I said snuggling the soft blanket that magically appeared during the night. “Thanks for this by the way.”
“Umm. Actually. That was Jared, not me.”
He must’ve needed quite the favor to be that nice, and I had a feeling I was going to find out what it was soon enough.
Shannon found what he was looking for and left me to get a quick shower and change clothes. I followed the scent of coffee and pancakes to the kitchen where I caught the last of conversation I wasn’t meant to hear.
“You do this every time Jay.”
“If you like her, ask her out. Nicely. Like a real person.”
“Why? So I can get rejected because I fucked up with her the first time?”
“Well you’re fucking up with her now!”
I tried my best to make my presence known, stepping a little harder than necessary. I didn’t want them to know I was eavesdropping.
“Oh. Hey.” Shannon said quickly.
Jared turned and walked away without speaking as Shannon rolled his eyes.
“What’s that all about?” I asked quietly.
The look he gave me was one of calling me out, and knowing that I heard every word. Jared had a crush, and apparently he wasn’t very good at showing it.
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