Chapter
forty-one:
Becky
was sitting in the VIP section of backstage, curled up in an arm chair while
everyone including the crew ate lunch, surrounding a large rectangular table.
Becky refused to eat, even when Zac offered to make her a special sandwich with
anything she wanted on it.
Becky
instead claimed she wasn’t hungry, and it was the truth… partially.
She had gone looking for Jenna but when she heard that she was on the phone
with Luke, Becky had figured that it was best not to bother her.
With nowhere else to go, she found a magazine and sat in the armchair in the
corner of the VIP room.
She was becoming increasingly upset over the end of the tour approaching. She
hadn’t wanted to start a fight with Zac about what would happen in their
relationship when they were miles apart from each other and she secretly hoped
not to hear the words ‘tour fling’ in the description of their relationship
either. She secretly didn’t want either answer, and was putting off the
conversation entirely.
After what seemed like ages, the room cleared and she and Zac were alone.
Zac crossed the room and sat on the sofa across from her. “Are you feeling ok?”
“Yeah, why?” Becky inquired, not looking up from her
magazine.
“I
was just wondering why you didn’t eat anything… You’ve got me a little
worried…”
“I’m
alright. I just wasn’t hungry… and this magazine is getting really
interesting…”
He
drew in a deep breath slowly and sighed. “Becca, now I’m really worried.”
“Why?”
She looked up at him finally.
“Because
that’s an issue of The Financial Post and it looks incredibly
boring.”
Becky
hadn’t noticed. “Oh… I know, I’ve always been interested in… economics.”
He
raised an eyebrow. “Right… Okay…. Anything interesting?”
“Um….
Not really.” She sighed and put the book aside.
“Okay, and you’re sure there’s nothing wrong?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry. Everything is perfect… excuse me.” She got up from her chair and slipped into the
tiny washroom, closing the door. She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.
Perfect? Things were far from perfect.
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Christy walked down the hall towards the stage, her high-heels clicking down
the long and empty hallway. Zac had gone back to the VIP room to get something
for lunch, and eventually
Christy
pulled open the heavy stage door and found Isaac sitting in the middle of the
stage, the curtains drawn and unassembled instruments scattered around him.
He
was sitting with a guitar balanced on one knee. His eyes were closed in
concentration and his head was bent towards the guitar.
Christy
stood back silently and watched him. He didn’t move for several moments, and
she thought he might be asleep.
Suddenly
he looked up and turned to face her. “Hey, C.”
“Hi…
Are you busy? I can come back…”
”No, no it’s ok.”
Christy
took several large strides towards him and stood next to him.
”What’s on your mind?” He asked.
“I was just wondering… If everything was ok, because your brothers came for
lunch and you didn’t…”
“Yeah,
everything is fine… I just got this idea for a song and decided to work on it…”
He slipped the guitar off his lap and set it back in its holder and offered
Christy his knee.
“I
was thinking about us moving in together. About how we’re going to get all of
your stuff down to
“I
was thinking about it too. And you know what? All the stuff I have back in
He smiled. “Really? You mean all that?”
“Yeah,
stuff isn’t important to me. It never has been. I mean, there are things I can’t
live without, like my make up, my clothes and my cds
and stuff, but that doesn’t take up too much room.”
He
smiled. “We’ll make room for all that.”
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