Layla by Colleen Hoover EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author Name: Colleen Hoover
- Book Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Fantasy, Fiction, Mystery, Mystery Thriller, Paranormal, Romance, Thriller
- ISBN # B085ZZFKBV
- Edition Language: English
- Date of Publication: 2020-12-8
- File Format: PDF / EPUB
- PDF / EPUB File Size: 2.8 MB
She’s a terrible dancer.
It’s the first thing I notice about her while I’m on the stage, playing to a
dwindling crowd. Long arms she seems to have no idea how to control. She’s
barefoot, moving around in the grass, deliberately stomping her feet without
any of the delicacy the song expects. She jerks her head wildly, and her
unruly black curls sling back to front like she’s jamming out to a heavy metal
What makes it funny is that this is a modern country band. A modern
bland country band. An entire set of songs that is excruciating to listen to and
is even more painful to play.
It’s Garrett’s Band.
That’s literally what it’s called. Garrett’s Band. It’s the best Garrett
could come up with.
I’m the unofficial fourth member—the last one to join the band. I play
bass. Not the kind of stand-up bass people respect. I play electric bass. The
underrated, invisible instrument that’s usually held by the invisible member
of the band—the one that fades into the background of each song. I don’t
mind fading into the background, though. Maybe that’s why I prefer electric
bass over anything else.
After I studied music at Belmont, my goal was to be a singersongwriter, but I don’t help Garrett write these songs. He doesn’t want the
help. We don’t have the same appreciation for music, so I just write songs for
myself and hoard them for a future day when I’ll be confident enough to
release a solo album.
The band has gotten more popular over the last few years, and even
though we’re in more demand, which results in better pay, my rate as the bass
player hasn’t increased. I’ve thought about bringing it up to the rest of the
band, but I’m not sure it’s worth it, and they need the money more than I do.
Not to mention, if I approach them, they might actually offer me an official
spot in the band, and to be honest, I hate this music so much I’m embarrassed
I’m even standing up here.
Every show eats away at my soul. A nibble here, a nibble there. I’m
afraid if I keep doing this much longer, there won’t be anything left of me but
I’m honestly not sure what keeps me here. I never intended for this to be
a permanent thing when I joined, but for whatever reason, I can’t seem to get
my ass in gear to step out on my own.
My father died when I was eighteen,
and as a result of his death, money has never been an issue. He left my
mother and me a sizeable life insurance policy, along with an internet
installation company that runs itself and employees who prefer I don’t step in
and change up years of practices that have been successful. Instead, my
mother and I stay at a distance and live off the income.
It’s definitely something I’m grateful for, but it’s not something I’m
proud of. If people knew how little was required of me in this life, I wouldn’t
be respected. Maybe that’s why I’ve stayed with the band. It’s a lot of travel,
a lot of work, a lot of late nights. But the self-torture makes me feel I at least
deserve a portion of what sits in my bank account.
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