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“Nick? What is your deal today? You keep going sharp.”

“I don’t know, Bri,” Nick said shortly.

“Well, focus, could you? This is the eleventh time we’ve had to record this song.”

Nick sighed and adjusted his headphones. The music started and Nick began to sing. As
Brian joined in, he could hear himself go sharp.

“Dude, fuck this. I can’t do this right now.”

Nick threw off the headphones and walked out of the booth.

“Nick! Wait!”

“No, Jay. I just…I just need to…go.”

He walked out of the studio and to his car, fumbling threw his pockets. He heard the door
behind him open as he unlocked his 2007 Dodge Challenger. He quickly got in and left,
glancing in his rear view mirror to see his band mates standing in the parking lot
confused.

A few moments went by before his phone rang. Nick grabbed it from his pocket. B-Rok.
He silenced it immediately and shut off his phone.

“I don’t want to deal with you. Not today.”


Nick sat as his table, finishing up his fruity pebbles, waking up himself up before the
recording session he had in less then an hour. It was about nine o’ clock in the morning
and Nick was exhausted from his late night partying with his friend Chris. He was about
to get up to get a glass of orange juice, when his phone rang. He smiled when he looked
at the ID.

“Hey, little bro’! What’s up?”

“Um, hey Nick. Mom hasn’t called you yet, has she?”

“Why the hell would she be calling me this early?” Nick paused for a moment. “What the
fuck did you do this time, Aaron? Or shall, I say ‘I’”

“Uuhm, you know that girl I’ve been seeing for a couple of months?”

“Uh huh, why?”

“Erm, well…” Aaron paused for a moment. “Um, she’s pregnant. Well…was.”

Nick couldn’t believe what he just heard.

“She what? Wait. What do you mean by ‘was’?”

Nick heard nothing but dead air on the receiving end of his phone.

“Aaron?!”

“She had an abortion,” Aaron said softly.

Nick sat back down at the kitchen table.

“Dude, Aaron. I’m sorry…”

“And you think she would have came to me first,” he interrupted, ignoring Nick’s effort
to be comforting, “but no. She went to my mother. Not hers, mine. And do you wanna
know what that bitch said?!”

“What?” Nick said shortly, angry at his brother obvious lack of compassion in the
situation.

“She fucking said that our mother should pay for the whole damn thing, because
apparently it wasn’t her fault she got knocked up. Just mine.”

“Hmm...”

“Yea, dude. I don’t know…I’m so fucking done…oh, great. Mom’s calling. I’ll call
you later.”

“Kay, bye.”

Nick hung up the phone. ‘Bout goddamn time she calls his dumbass instead of mine.
Nick looked at his watch.

“Shit! I have ten minutes to get to the studio!”


Nick pulled into the parking lot to the bar he would always go to, in between Orlando and
Sanford, whenever he was in town. “Away from the crazies,” he remembered telling BJ,
the bar tender as he walked in. Lost in his own thoughts, he just about knocked over a
beautiful young woman with gorgeous long, curly hair and familiar green eyes.