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I nod my head in agreement and down the rest of my drink.
I’m batshit crazy, and he didn’t want anything to do with it. That’s what he is really saying. Being friends with a crazy person is one thing, but dating is another thing entirely.
“Though I’m not ruling out fucking.” He laughs lightly. “It’s very tempting when you tell me things about your sex life. Makes me very sad for you.”
“So, you’d pity fuck me.” I reply with a laugh.
It’s not funny. It’s sad, pathetic even, but I can’t say I’d turn it down. The idea of Wes fucking me for any reason, pity or otherwise, sends a wave of heat to my stomach. The way he talks about sex makes me rather intrigued. I wonder if he could back up all his smooth talking.
“Fucking you would not be a pity.” He says, giving me a weird serious look before finishing his drink. “Another?”
“Yes, please.”
He stops a random waiter passing by. “We’d like to put in another order of drinks, please.”
“Sure, sir. What would you like?”
“A double of black label neat, and a sex on the beach for the lady.”
“I will be back with those shortly.”
“So” Wes resumes, looking back at me. “I’m curious. You told Ben you don’t really play any instruments, so how do you come up with the music for your songs?”
“I don’t always come up with the music myself. Sometimes, a producer will send me some music, and I’ll write a song around that, but other times, I just get this idea of a tune in my head. Iknow some notes, so I mess around with some programs at the studio and come up with a vague idea of something.”
“What normally comes first? The music or the lyrics?”
“Honestly, it’s usually the lyrics, but with some songs, like Frenzy, the music comes first. I’d say it’s about 80/20.”
“I get that. I normally start with the lyrics first, too, then I show them to Ben, who helps me come up with a good beat.”
“Are Ben and you like good friends?”
“Honestly, the whole band and me are good friends. We’ve known each other since high school. We are a family.”
“That sounds nice.” I smile.
“Did you ever have a band?”
“Kind of, in the beginning. But then, well, the label only wanted to sign me.” I say softly. I wasn’t proud of what happened with my band. I don’t talk about it often, preferring to pretend it didn’t happen. “They had no interest in the band or the music we were making together. I had to abandon all those songs. I think the band still plays them, only with a male singer now. I don’t really follow them.” I shrug.
“That’s rough.”
“I wasn’t going to sign the contract, but I was a minor, so my mother kind of forced my hand.”
“And then went after finder fees.” He scoffs. “No offense, but your mother seems like a real piece of work.”
“She is.” I say softly.
My mother is another thing I like to avoid thinking about.
The waiter comes back with our drinks, setting them down in front of us.
“Thank you.”
“Enjoy.” The waiter nods before walking off.
“To escaping our parents.” He says, lifting his glass.
