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“No, not really.”
He tells me, and my jaw drops. “Well, shit.” I cross my arms, that feeling like I’m taking up too much of his time resurfacing again. Also—damn. He makes way more hourly as a musician than I do teaching yoga. I squint at him. “This is keeping you from getting your own work done.”
Chris shrugs, and I side-eye him. “How many of your own things have you written lately?”
Chris twists his mouth into mock contemplation. “Does being in a better mindset count?”
I make an air-whip and crack it at Chris.
He gives me a half-smile and leans back against his chair. “I was wondering what I should wear for these sessions.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want,” he gestures at himself, “Chris Rächer or Chris Müller?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, apparently, one is not famous enough to be recognized by Americans,” he teases, and I swat at him.
“I want you to do whatever you are comfortable with,” I tell him. “Honestly.”
He runs a hand over his jaw, thinking. “Maybe for the announcement video, I’ll go as close to full-on Rächer as I can. But for the actual sessions, I’ll dial it back.”
Honestly, I can’t picture either. I’ve seen photos of Chris as his stage persona, but it’s a little disconnected and surreal for me. I don’t know what to expect when I see this side of Chris in real life.
19
Chris
Working so closelywith Sara the past three days, planning this series of videos, proves that my attraction to her hasn’t died.
Today we’re filming the announcement, so I’m getting ready in my room, applying eyeliner and contouring. We’ve been discussing yoga and music together, combining our interests, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Especially when I watch Sara demonstrate.
My phone rings, which breaks me out of my memories of her bent over, ass up. It’s Marcus. “Hello?”
“Hey Chris, how’s it going?”
We go through the pleasantries for a few minutes, and then Marcus gets down to business.
“How’s the writing?”
“Better,” I say, and it’s not a lie for the first time in a while. “I have a few songs written that I think might be worth something.
We take some time and go over the best ones I have, and it’s an excellent distraction from thoughts of Sara.
“These are good,” Marcus says with approval. “You’ve made a lot of progress lately. With the songs Alwin’s got, we might really have something here.”
“Alwin’s got a song?” This is news to me.
“A few. Most of them might not shape up to much, but one’s pretty good.”
Marcus says a few lines, and I freeze. That’s one of the songs I wrote, a song Alwin and I talked about while he was visiting. I had considered bringing it up to Marcus earlier in the call, but frankly, I thought my more recent stuff was better.
“Alwin wrote that?” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.
“Yeah, he sent it to me last week. Listen, I think you’ve made great progress. You’ve got a few more weeks until the Berlin concert, so let’s plan to spend an extra day all together and go over the possible songs for the album.”
