14
WESTON
“It’ll only be a week,” Campbell said for the tenth time since we’d gotten on the plane back to LA.
“You don’t have to convince me. Convince your wife.”
Blaire had been less than pleased that we were already going back to LA after only being in Lubbock for such a short period of time. We were supposed to have a few months off. The band would be gone for a promotional tour and then an actual international tour for the new album. I didn’t quite know where I fit in for all of it, but I’d recorded the whole damn thing, so I wasn’t backing out now.
“It’s one more song,” Campbell grumbled.
We were headed straight to the studio to practice the new song with the rest of the band. I’d had to tell Nora this morning that I was heading out. She had known all along that I was going back
