Chapter 5
Phoenix
The last thing I needed was a hard-on for the world to see.
Attraction wasn’t supposed to steal my motivation.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Maggie, no matter what I tried, though I knew I needed to focus.
To get my mind off the short blonde, I’d rewritten every 1950s classic for all eight of the contestants remaining. Maggie had her pop song. I had my classic rock with a slight country edge. And I’d tossed out the tweet, tweet, tweet refrain. Finnigan had his old school goth-rock version. Jane had her feminist rock sound. Wyatt and Rihanne had country versions of theirs. Sawyer had his hip hop and Joe went out with a power ballad.
None of the selected songs had kept their classic version.
Songwriting had always been rewarding to me, and my only way to get my voic
