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I let out a sigh. He’s right. I know he is. He knows he is. I mean I don’t remember him actually being there until after my accident, but I still get what he’s saying.
But life’s bigger than that now. There’s more to it. I listen to him on the other end of the phone puffing out his cigar smoke.
“Pres. I—”
“Max, I need you at your best, man. And your best is making music, music you were put on this fucking planet to make. Talk to them or don’t. But don’t let it cut you up, don’t let it affect you, this is your journey, Max, my man and I’m just here to make this the easiest ride for you.”
I tut. He’s here to make money for the label, not to make my life easier. But he knows his stuff, that’s why he has so much money. I get it. I might be a pawn in his game, but he can’t do it without me. Hell, Blank Space couldn’t do it without me.
“We game, Max?”
There’s a silence. I hold my breath, my eyes skating around the dull light of my kitchen until I see it, on the side next to Ali’s handbag, next to her keys—the scan picture I clutched today as I told my mum all about becoming a daddy. I walk across the tiled floor and pick up the tiny photo. Of our baby. Half me and half the beautiful angel sleeping in my bedroom.
“We’re game?”
I nod to myself. I know he can’t really see me.
“Yeah, we’re game.”
“Yes!” he cheers from the other side of the phone, and I hear him puff on his cigar again. “Max Baines is back from the dead! Hail to the fucking king!”
