Twelve
Griffin
I pace my bedroom floor, Phoenix’s singing voice running through my mind. There’s something there that can’t be mimicked and can’t be taught. If I was in LA and heard her, I would’ve invited her into my studio and spent an entire week working with different sounds and different styles, figuring out where she fit best.
The song she played me doesn’t allow her to belt it out like I’m sure she can. She’s carrying her brother, but he’s not that bad.
Which brings up the fact she could’ve lied to me downstairs. She could’ve taken the nanny job for the sole reason of getting access to me. There’s nothing I hate more than when people use my kid to get to me.
But then again, I approached her, not the other way around. So I’m not sure what to think. My history dictates that I sho
