Kadence, Rockstar #7, Jace’s story
©2016 Anne Mercier
Sometimes life throws you a slider. Other times it throws you a heater, the ol’ number one, the fast pitch. Right now I’d give anything for those two instead of the curveball thrown my way.
We got back from the tour, Lucy had the quadruplets—yeah, quads. Can you believe that shit? Little Lucy Russo with four babies in her belly. I shake my head remembering how big she was. Crazy.
It was the night before Christmas Eve when I got the telegram. I didn’t even know they sent those things anymore. It was from Sydney. I thought it might have been some sort of a joke at first, but it wasn’t—unfortunately.
Sydney Julius was my high school girlfriend and the only girl I ever allowed myself to love. We’d been together since freshman year—steady and solid—until Senior year. When she told me she was pregnant.
When she told me, I was scared. I’m not gonna lie, that’s some heavy shit right there. I mean—a baby. A child. My child. But it turned out to be a false alarm. Six weeks late, six negative pregnancy tests later—that’s what she said with a smile. I took a huge breath of relief. It’s not like I don’t want kids. I do. I just wasn’t ready at seventeen.
Then the unthinkable happened. One day out of the blue she told me her family was moving to Tennessee. While that’s not too far from Chicago, there was no way in hell my junker of a car was gonna make it there.
When the time for goodbyes came, we didn’t say them. We said, ‘see you soon’, or I did anyway. I think I always knew for her it was goodbye. I felt it when their car pulled off down the road and she didn’t look back and wave out the back window like she’d done for the past four years when she’d go on vacation.
We called. We texted. We Skyped. Eventually the contact became less and less—not from me, but from Syd. The first few months she was stressed out to the point she was sick all the time. When she started feeling better, she’d joined some clubs at school so her free time got less and less. I didn’t want to be resentful or jealous, so I did the one thing I never wanted to do.
I let her go.
I told her if she needed space to live her life, I would give it to her. I loved her and I only wanted her to be happy—and she was. Within seven months we barely spoke and that’s when I let her go completely, wishing her nothing but the best—not with words, but with my heart.
She sent me a Christmas card that year. That was the last time I heard from her—until now.
Cage rang the bell and when I got called down to the foyer and saw him standing there, I thought maybe it was something to do with the band—or my parents. But it wasn’t.
It was from Sydney asking me to come home as soon as possible, that she’d been trying to reach me for the past four months while I was on tour but couldn’t.
Now as I sit on Cage’s plane, flying from LAX to Chicago, I wonder why she didn’t try calling my parents. They may not have been great to her if she’d have called since I got into a lot of trouble after Syd left. I’d missed her, my heart was broken, and I couldn’t find a way to deal with it—not even music helped. They blamed her.
Then I got busted for underage drinking and my dad told me to straighten up or he’d leave me sit. He told me how it was going to go. I’d go to school, go to work for him at the accounting firm, and I’d clean up my shit.
So that’s what I did.
Then came the call from one of my high school bandmates and best friends, Lucy Russo. They’d formed a band and wanted me to play bass. I was stunned to say the least, but, hell yeah, I joined. We formed Blush with Lucy on lead vocals, Sera Manzini-Nichols on lead guitar, Megan Melody on rhythm guitar, and Trace Styx on drums—and we kicked total ass.
I haven’t talked to my parents since I left. They don’t approve.
We went out on tour with Falling Down, one of the biggest bands out there, also repped by Nichols Records. Lucy married Jesse Kingston, the lead singer from Falling Down. She’s had a huge crush on the guy since high school and when they saw one another on the set of one of FDs music videos, that was that. Instant love, marriage, and happily ever after.
Lucy had a Blush Baby campaign and Ben, Jesse’s brother and the lead guitarist for Falling Down lost his heart to that sweetheart of a girl, Nicole Harper-Kingston. Yep, they’re married, too.
And Sera married Cage Nichols. She sure didn’t make it easy for him, but he seems to like that from her. Can’t blame him there. She’s model beautiful, full of fire, and has a huge heart.
“Sir, we’ll be landing soon,” the flight attendant tells me.
I just nod. What’s there to say? I have no fucking idea what’s going on, but I know one thing for sure—it’s not gonna be good.