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I just look at him.
Sly whistles. “Damn… okay, man, no worries. We’re going to brainstorm the shit out of this and figure out what you did wrong and how to fix it.”
Rick nods. “We’re going to stick around for a few days… this place is as good as any to get a little bit of rest.”
I gulp down air. “What about the meeting with the director for the music video we have to shoot? And the interviews we gotta do?”
Sly grins, slapping my back. “Fuck that shit. This girl is important to you.”
Rick nods. “And if she’s important to you, she’s important to us, brother. We’ll reschedule.”
I smile at them. This is why we’re still the best of friends nearly twenty years after meeting for the first time, and this is why we’re going to stay friends for the rest of our lives. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for these two bastards, and there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for me.
Maybe, just maybe, if they help me go over every little thing I wrote or said to her, there’s a chance I can really figure out where I lost Mia yesterday and how to get her back.
God knows there is nothing else I need more right now.
CHAPTER10
Mia
Ikeep my head down while I walk. I don't feel like having conversation or even stopping to just sign'Hello'to people. If my gaze is on my shoes, there's no eye contact involved and no risk of having to interact with people.
Sometimes, the silence I live in becomes a weight I can hardly bear, but other times like today, isolation feels like a layer of protection around me.
I'm still smarting about my second run-in with Carson.
Mr. Gabriel, I mean.
And it's not like it's his fault that I'm hurt. I don't know what I was thinking.
When I saw him approaching, and I realized from his stance that he wasn't there to scold me about the incident in his suite but to actually apologize to me for yelling at me, I thought…
I don't know what I thought.
I almost deluded myself that there was interest in his eyes for a moment. Which is ridiculous, really.
Why would a rock star want anything to do with a deaf girl?
I mean, seriously. Aren't types like him only looking to be around yes-men or, more to the point,yes-women? People-pleasers and groupies that will praise their talents and stroke their egos?
Me, I can't hear his voice, his playing. I don't matter to people like him.
But for a minute there, I really thought he was looking at me and seeing more.
More than a maid, more than a deaf person.
But the only reason he apologized to me is that he felt sorry for me and pitied me.
He spelled it out in that last short, scribbled note.
'I'VE BEEN FEELING REALLY BAD ABOUT NOT REALIZING SOONER THAT YOU WERE DEAF.'
That's what he said.
If he had realized sooner that I was deaf, he would have behaved differently toward me.
That's what his words meant.
