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My heart was beating so loud at this point you could’ve recorded it for the drumbeat on one of the band’s songs.
Bibi let us into the booth, where Ace and the other engineers and producers sat. The wall of glass that separated us from the band allowed us to see the entire studio.
As Bibi mentioned, the guys were all sitting in a circle, playing a new piece. It sounded a lot like the tune Iain had been strumming that night in Paris.
Faise was at his drum kit, facing us with Ronin and Brodie on either side, and Iain had his back to us, guitar in hand. Iain’s right foot was tapping out a rhythm. Whether in time with the song or his usual nervous tell, I couldn’t decipher.
Iain’s hair was tied up in that messy bun that I loved, and he wore jeans, cowboy boots, and a blue T-shirt. As always, the man had all my attention.
Brodie looked over and spotted us, then motioned to the rest of the guys to stop playing. When Iain turned around, I saw both delight and hesitation in his expression. He looked as nervous as I was, and knowing that, I calmed—a little.
Iain placed his guitar on the stand, slid his headphones around his neck, and quickly got up, opening the door to let us into their session room.
“You guys are finally here,” Iain exclaimed, almost breathless. “Come on in.”
I wanted to lean over and kiss him so badly, but given our audience, our reunion would have to wait. With my back to the booth, though, I felt bolder than usual and held Iain’s gaze for much longer than was polite. His answering grin told me he knew exactly what I was feeling.
Iain cleared his throat and held out his hand to Jaxon. “How are you, Jaxon? It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”
Jaxon shook his hand slowly, staring up at Iain like he was seeing Santa Claus for the first time. “I can’t believe I’m meeting Iain Holloway. Can I call you Iain?”
“Of course.”
My heart warmed, and I squeezed Jaxon’s shoulders.
“Are you guys recording a new song?” Jaxon asked him.
“We’re not recording it yet; we’re still working on the hook,” Iain replied.
“Is that the one you started in Paris?” I asked.
Iain bit his lip and nodded. “Come on in, Jaxon, and meet everyone.”
Iain introduced Jaxon to Brodie, Faise, and Ronin, and then my son got to walk around the room and admire their instrument setup.
“Cool kicks, Jaxon; I have ones just like those but in green. Think maybe we could trade?” Brodie asked with a smile.
“Thanks, but that wouldn’t be fair. There’s no way your big feet could fit into my shoes.”
Everyone laughed at Jaxon’s blunt statement, and I mouthed “sorry” to Brodie. He just laughed it off.
“But maybe you could autograph them for me?” Jaxon added with a grin.
“You got it.”
Brodie motioned for Jaxon to pass over his shoes. All four guys signed them, two signatures on each shoe, and Jaxon was beaming with pride when he put them back on his feet.
“These are so cool! Wait until I show everyone at school!”
I pulled out my phone. “Is it okay if I take some pictures? We wouldn’t post anywhere, obviously.”
Jaxon looked excitedly at the guys, and they nodded. I took several pics of Jaxon’s signed shoes and then him with the band. His smile was so big and beaming that my chest tightened.
“Jaxon, you want to play guitar with me?” Iain asked.
My son nodded and happily took a seat beside his idol, staring up at him and peppering him with question after question. Iain was more patient than I had imagined, getting up to grab one of his prized guitars lined up on the periphery of the room and placing it on Jaxon’s lap.
“You told me you play piano, but have you ever played guitar?” Iain asked.
