"Keep your voice down, honey."Isabella's eyebrows jump. "Why not?!"Andrew heaves a sigh. "I mean, look around. Our kids would be tokens."I scan the party and sure enough, there are mostly white kids here. Whether they notice the difference or not, Leo and Viola have gravitated toward each other. They're not the only kids of color here, but they're definitely in the minority."I guess you could see it that way, but they deserve the same opportunities white kids do," Isabella says.Akira nods. "I totally agree. And I mean it's not just about representation based on race. There's only one gay parental unit."I hide my smirk. Parental unit. Lots of language I'm going to have to get used to."It's something to think about..." Isabella says. She runs her nails down the back of her neck, dipping her head down. Uneasy.I place my hand at the small of her back. A gesture that feels delicate and new, yet natural. When she looks up at me, warmth blooms across my chest. We could have already h
IsabellaI feel nothing and everything at once.The second I heard the words “world tour” I realized all my dreams would never be a reality.How dare he try to offer me forever when he didn’t have forever to give?It’s not that I expected him to give up his whole life and career for a life in Ocotillo. But we’re older now. Wiser. I thought maybe with his wild oats sowed there was a possibility we could make it work.I excused myself to the bathroom to do a bit of googling and sure enough, the first thing that came up about Rex was an article about the world tour set to kick off in three weeks.Three fucking weeks.How didn’t I know about this? Why didn’t he tell me?A relationship as new as this one (if you can call it a relationship) can’t withstand a massive nine-month world tour.I wasted about ten more minutes in the shiny marble bathroom looking at other search results, including pictures of the accident and a picture of us at the mall. A grainy photo, sure, but it’s us alright.
"Why? I'm going to be back. It's a few weeks on and a few weeks off. I'll come right back here. I'll be with you. And Leo."His hold on me is insistent. Too bad it's useless when I've already made up my mind."You keep the rings," Rex says and tries to shove them back in my hand. When I don't close my hand around them, he tries to squeeze my fingers into a ball. "Come on, Isabella.""Why would I keep them?""A promise. They're a promise. I'm coming back and when I do, we'll be together."The coil has nowhere else to go. I snap. "You'll always be coming back, Rex! You'll have to go on tour, you'll have to record an album, you'll have to go and go and go and it will never be enough for me."Rex's lower lip trembles. "You really won't let me even try to make it work?"He's not allowed to break down. Not when I'm so close to my own. "I won't hurt Leo by making him think that he'll have a life like all the other kids have.""You already have! He calls me 'Papa' and thinks we're together. Y
RexI stare at the party in front of me without seeing. Depravity. What else is new? Nothing I need to see. Not anymore. If I was tired of it before, now I’m downright exhausted by it.I balance my lowball glass of whisky on the arm of my chair, twist it carefully and try to discern if I could sneak out of this godforsaken hotel without anyone noticing me. There are the four of us from the band, a handful of girls, and then some of the crew. Maybe fifteen people in total. It’d be tricky but I could do it.“Lines!” a female voice shrieks in excitement.Across the room, a raven-haired woman with skin so pale I’m surprised I can’t see all her veins holds up a baggie of white stuff. Coke, obviously. I grimace as I watch her go about the business of pouring the powder onto the coffee table and forming the coke into tidy lines.I can thank Holden, our keyboardist, for her appearance tonight. Seraphina’s a groupie, which is surprising in this day and age that anyone takes the time to follow
I scrape my lower lip with my teeth and scan my bandmates. They're my best friends. We've been in this shit together since we were teens. We've slept on floors together, shared clothes, and survived on ramen just to fund our albums and tours.Now we have everything.Except... I have nothing."I'm not married," I say softly.Apollo's face drops. "I'm so sorry, dude. She didn't deserve you.""No, Apollo, I was never married."Everyone looks at me in confusion."Isabella and I... we met a long time ago. Last stop on our club tour before we signed with Interscope.""That's why you were in the desert..." Blaise says with a thoughtful laugh under his words.I nod. "It was just a fling. Except, when I had my accident, she ended up being the doctor to treat me and we reconnected and –" I scratch the back of my head. "Turns out I have a kid.""Oh shit," Seraphina peeps. Holden claps his hand over her mouth and she looks at him apologetically."Yeah, she's gonna need to sign an NDA or something
Isabella “What do you mean I’m not on the schedule?” I gawk at Amina. My resident smiles. “You’re not on the schedule.” I look at the paper scheduler in her hand. Sure enough, I’m not there. “No, I did not come all this way to not be on the schedule,” I grumble, whipping out my phone. I hurriedly navigate to my email where a schedule had been sent last week. I find the attachment and – “Ha!” I hold the phone out. “See? I am on the schedule.” “But you’re not,” Amina says with a shrug. Something is off. She’s got a lilt to her voice that’s playful and strange. “What’s going on?” She shrugs again, biting on her lower lip. She doesn’t even have to say, “I know something you don’t know.” I open my mouth to respond again, but hear my name said by an unfamiliar male voice. “Isabella Delgado?” I turn to find myself face to face with an older gentleman dressed impeccably in a suit and wearing aviators. An LA type through and through. I cross my arms over my chest, my scrubs wrinkling.
RexThe past couple of shows have been better since telling the band about what happened in Ocotillo Valley. Not incredible, but much better than passable.We are in the homestretch of our set. Two more songs, then we're out and back on for an encore. I might be feeling inspired enough to do two songs tonight. After all, this is Madison Square Garden where all the greats have played, from Zeppelin to Fleetwood Mac. I'm not here to fuck around.I'm here to fuck it up.We're in the middle of one of our ballbusters, "Thought You'd Start to Care", which has one of our jam sections and, boy, are we flying tonight. My fingers are flying across the neck of my guitar and I'm sweating like hell, hair dripping, t-shirt sticking to my back.I lift my eyes to check on Holden. He's on his feet at the keyboard, totally lost in the sauce. I smile to myself.Swinging around, using my guitar to propel me, I check on Blaise, giving him a quick nod. He can feel it, I know. He's got a solo on him, ready
There’s some laughter.“Not only do I…” I have to pause to get a hold of my tearfulness, giving my attention back to Isabella.Her emotionality mirrors mine. Fuck, one of us has to stay strong.“…love her.”Isabella’s shoulders rise with excitement. And Leo points at her as if to say, “He’s talking about you!”I watch her laugh and kiss him.“With all my heart. And soul and mind and body and… with everything I got, I love her.”A place like Madison Square Garden is hard to silence when it’s filled to the brim. But you could hear a single footstep, it’s so quiet.“And as if she could make me love her any more than I already do, she gave me another human to love.” I can see the splashy tabloid headlines now and for once, I don’t care. Because I’m getting to tell my story. My truth.I want the world to know.“My son.”There’s gasping and cheering and clapping.I smile, wicking away a tear before it falls. “They’re here tonight. And I’d like to introduce you to them. If that’s –” I do a d