9
NORA
True to his word, I barely saw Weston the rest of the week. He would come back in the evenings, guzzle water, and promptly pass out. He’d mentioned something about what he and Campbell were working on in the studio, but it was technical, and all these years with my rockstar brother hadn’t equipped me to understand. I’d thought the album was done. But there was a lot more that went into it when perfectionists like Campbell and West were working on it.
“Hey,” West said as he strode into the house, still holding his guitar.
“Hey, you got back early.”
“Blaire got irritated that Campbell’s home and spending every waking second on a new song even though the album is supposed to be done.”
I laughed. “That sounds right. Is the song good?”
“Yeah. Honestly, it’s absolutely necessary. W
