Page 123 of How to Fall For a Rockstar

“Don’t you want to come with me?”

“It’s okay. I can see you from the kitchen.”

She stomps her foot and I cough to hide my amusement. “But I want to play tag. I can’t play tag alone.”

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

She sighs. “Are you ready?”

I set the laundry basket down and follow her outside. My eyes widen at the sight that greets me. I expected to find Fender on his own ready to explain himself. I did not expect the entire band to be in my backyard with their instruments.

Fender motions to the two chairs arranged in front of the band. “Please have a seat. I’d like to play you a song.”

“We’d like to play you a song,” Jett corrects with a wink at Isla.

Isla and I do as we’re told. She bounces in her seat. And I’m not much calmer. I’m filled with anticipation. Why are they playing for us? Is this Fender’s apology? How can a song be an apology?

Fender clears his throat and picks up the microphone. He’s going to sing? Fender doesn’t sing. He doesn’t even sing backup. The paps love to speculate about why he doesn’t sing. The latest theory is he had surgery on his throat after a bar fight.

Jett taps out a rhythm on a pair of upturned buckets while Dylan and Gibson strum their guitars. And then, Fender begins to sing.

I know I’ve let you down,

With every promise I betrayed.

I swear upon the heavens,

I’ll break down every wall,

I’ll tear apart the skies,

To see the love back in your eyes.

I’ll shout it from the rooftops,

I’ll sing it to the stars above,

I’m sorry my love.

Let me hold you close,

Let me wipe away your tears,

I’ll do whatever it takes,

To calm your fears,

With every breath I take,

With every step I make,

I’ll prove my love for you,

Is eternal and true.

This is beautiful. The most beautiful apology I’ve ever heard. I thought after yesterday I’d lost Fender forever. I didn’t think a thousand apologies would be enough for me to forgive him. I was wrong. It was one apology. One apology of him doing a thing he’s avoided for a decade.

My eyes itch as tears form. I sniff to stop them from falling.

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