“Sure, it has nothing to do with being so tongue-tied because you love her?”
“Fuck off. I shouldn’t have told you anything.”
“Nah, don’t take it back now. I know you love me. I’m here for you, brother. You can wallow away in your little bed here or you could just call her and tell her you’re sorry. Start with the fact you didn’t say goodbye, then work your way to the scandal. She’s been around the business; she knows it’s at least possible that it’s not true.”
“She won’t take my calls.”
“Well, then your screwed cause these songs all blow major donkey dick, dude. Whatever you do, don’t sing these to her.”
“Thank you so much for your not helpful advice mate.”
“You are so welcome.” He winks and gets up and heads back to the front of the bus.
For the next hour or so I think about Charlotte and what she might be doing. I imagine her writing music in her record room and wonder again if she might be thinking about me.