Travis Starnes
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Elegy (Country Roads #4) - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 23:48:19 +0000 UTC“Morning sweetie. It’s time to get up.”
I cracked my eyes open and then squinted as I tried to get my wits about me.
“Mom?” I asked.
It took me a second to realize I was back in the trailer, looking at the ceiling of the small living room past Mom’s head.
“Yes, baby. You fell asleep halfway through the movie, so I just let you sleep here. I called to let Hanna’s mother know where you were, and she said Kat would get your school stuff together and put it in your room. I know it’s earlier than you usually get up, but you still need to go take a shower and get ready. I think Katherine wants to ride with you to school.”
Finally, my brain caught up. Mom had invited me over to have dinner and watch movies with her, since it was our last night of Winter Break. We’d gotten back from New York and the amazing New Year’s Eve concert late on Monday. I’d basically been a bum all the next day, so it wasn’t like I had been doing anything. I’d also been working hard to repair our relationship after a very rough fall, and I knew she was still feeling a little sensitive about it, so I couldn’t say no. Not that it wasn’t fun. We ate junk food and watched two full movies, or I guess I watched one and a half movies, since I didn’t know how the second one ended. Things had been much more relaxed between the two of us, and it almost felt like things used to, before Dad had ruined our relationship.
Sitting up, I did have one regret about coming over last night, and that was sleeping on this couch. It felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to my neck, which was stiff and sore from the weird position I’d been in all night. Still, Mom was practically beaming as she shoved an egg sandwich into my hand and hustled me out the front door.
Before she could close it, I stopped and gave her a big hug, saying, “Thanks for the great night, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie. I hope we can do this more regularly.”
“We will. I promise,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before letting go and skipping down the steps of the trailer.
She was still standing in the front door, practically beaming, as I circled around the trailer and made my way across the creek to Hanna’s house. Even with my stiff neck, I was feeling pretty good myself. Things were starting to get back to normal, or as normal as they’d ever been. I couldn’t undo the emancipation and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever move back in with her. I only had a year and a half of school left, and while things were better, they hadn’t stabilized yet.
Dad was still in jail, but this charge didn’t come with a lengthy prison term like his overturned conviction for manslaughter. He’d get out in the next few months, or a year at the longest, and he’d be back. Mom had said that she filed for divorce, for real this time, but that didn’t mean he was going to stay away. It was easy for Mom to declare she was free of him while he was locked up again, but she’d already shown how weak she was when it came to him, so there was no telling what would happen when he returned. Until that was all settled, I wasn’t going to put myself back in that situation.
For now, I had a place to live that was safe, and that would have to do. Once everything with Dad was really settled and I could feel safe being with Mom, I’d consider moving back home. Until then, I’d stay with Mrs. Phillips.
Kat was waiting for me by the front door, after I finished my shower and had gotten dressed, holding my backpack out for me. Kat was one of my best friends, along with Hanna, who was off at UNC for her freshman year of college, and I don’t think I would have made it through the last year without her. Yeah, she was a challenge at times, but who wasn’t?
She was also a good reminder that, no matter how rough I had it, it could have been worse. She was also living with Mrs. Phillips, placed there by Child Protective Services after having problems with her own father. She’d suffered a lifetime of mental and physical abuse from her abomination of a father, who’d treated her as some kind of daughter-wife after her mother died. It had left her with a lot of trauma that she was still trying to undo, but in spite of it, she was still a really great person. If she could make it through everything she’d dealt with and make it out the other side, I could deal with an asshole dad. Thanks to Chef, who’d been teaching me self-defense for the last year and a half, I didn’t have to worry about my dad hurting me, physically at least.
“Ready for your last semester as a high school student?” I asked her, grabbing my keys off the key rack and my backpack from Kat.
“I guess. It’s weird to think it’s only like five months and I’m done here for good. You spend your whole life in one place, thinking about getting out, and when it’s time to go, you feel sad. How weird is that?”
“I have no idea. I’ve only been in one place for the last year and a half.”
Mom and I had traveled the south with Dad while he’d tried, and mostly failed, to make it as a traveling musician. That had ended after he’d drunkenly stabbed another guy in a bar fight and Mom settled us here in Wellsville to start finally building a life. It was only our poor luck that the judge and the prosecutor who’d sentenced him had been secretly getting it on, which had caused all of the cases they worked together to be thrown out once it was discovered. If they’d just kept it in their pants, Dad would have stayed in prison and I wouldn’t have had to fight to get emancipated and moved out.
“I keep forgetting. It feels like we’ve known each other forever.”
“I know what you mean. Being friends with you does feel like an eternity.”
She pushed me as I went out the door, causing me to stumble and her to laugh.
“Hey,” I said, smiling back at her.
“That’s what you get. Just be glad I don’t call Hanna and tell her you’re giving me trouble.”
“Fine, fine. I give up. Let’s get to school.”
***
“Hey, Charlie,” Lyla said, waving at me from the garage as I walked up the driveway of the house my bandmates shared.
Marco and Seth, the other two members of the band, were busy setting up Marco’s keyboards. This was our first practice since getting back from the New Year’s Eve show in New York, and apparently, they’d taken the opportunity to take some downtime. I didn’t blame them. The previous weekend had been exciting, but it was also exhausting. At least they were all in their early twenties and didn’t have to deal with going back to school.
“Hey, guys. You ready to get back into the groove?” I asked.
We were supposed to be playing at the Blue Ridge the next day, just like we always did. For some reason, after New York, it all seemed a little bit smaller and less glamorous than it had when Chef had first let me up on the stage at the bar and grill as one of his weekend music acts. Not that I didn’t want to do it. My dad would have killed for this kind of steady gig when he was trying to make it as a traveling musician. It was just, after playing for tens of thousands of people in Times Square, everything else kind of paled in comparison.
“I’m ready to get back up in front of thousands of people. I swear I’m still flying high from last weekend,” Lyla said.
“That was probably the bowl you smoked an hour ago,” Seth commented, and then ducked as she threw the towel she’d been cleaning her bass with at him.
“I was actually thinking the same thing. Everything else seems so much smaller now,” I said.
“That’s why you need to push the label to start getting us better gigs. We’ve shown them what we can do,” Marco said.
Our record contract was really my record contract. MAC Records, who signed me last summer, had made it very clear they were signing me, not my band. I was welcome to play with them, and even perform using our band name, but it was on me to pay them out of my cut. I’d ended up splitting everything with them 4 ways since I really couldn’t have gotten where I was without them. They’d all been gig musicians when we’d joined up last year, and I’d learned so much from them that I wasn’t sure I could have gotten my contract without their help.
Still, since the record contract was in my name, that meant it was on me to deal with the label, which not only put out our album but was also in charge of our touring schedule.
“I have some good news, then,” I said. “Mom and I stopped in Nashville on the way home for a meeting with Warren and Kent. Warren has been working out a schedule for this year and wanted to go over it with me.”
“So, what did he tell you? You don’t need to build the tension,” Marco said, easily sliding into his place as the dick of the group.
“I wasn’t trying to,” I said, and then turned to look more at Seth and Lyla so I didn’t lose my temper with him. “He’s actually set up some dates for us already. First, we have a good gig in Charlotte at this club that holds almost two-thousand people,” I said.
Our weekend gigs at the Blue Ridge were for, at best, two hundred people. We’d played some large venues before, but our average crowd, even when the label was setting up our gigs, had been seven hundred and fifty to a thousand people, not counting the New Year’s gig or the time we opened for House of Grace, a popular band whose lead singer I was on friendly terms with.
“Nice. Will we be able to have a merch table?” Lyla asked.
I don’t think any of us had been as gung-ho about merch when Hanna first mentioned it, but seeing the money we were making from it, even after investing half of the receipts back into buying more merch, it quickly became something we all cared about.
“Yes, and there’s good news on that front. The label has decided to continue not paying for merch as part of the tour management, which means we’re going to be able to keep doing it on our own. We’re running short though, so we need to start thinking about getting another run, and if we want to keep the same stuff or if we want to redo any of it. Maybe pay for a real graphic designer to do something cool this time, since we’ve started making money off of record sales and streaming.”
“Do we know how much that’s gonna cost?” Lyla asked, her face scrunched in thought.
“No, I wanted to talk to you guys about it before I gave Hanna the go-ahead. She mentioned that some of the people she has met at college have contacts we could use if we want to get merch going again, so we have some options.”
“Let’s see what the options are and how much it’ll cost and then talk about it,” Seth said. “Do we have enough left over to do Charlotte, or should we get a small run to hold us over?”
“We don’t have a lot left over, but costs really jack up on smaller runs,” I said. “She had some stuff to do today, but she’s got another couple of weeks until classes start back up, so I can talk to her tonight or we can all talk to her tomorrow at the Blue Ridge.”
“Talk to her tonight,” Lyla said. “If she already has ideas or numbers, we can all talk tomorrow, otherwise just tell her to get pricing and whatever as soon as she can, and we’ll decide what to do then. Worse comes to worse, we can just sell off what we have left and live with it.”
“Sounds good. We have about three weeks after Charlotte to come up with something, because the next thing he booked is a show in Pittsburgh. We’re playing at a place called the Fitzgerald Center. It holds five thousand. It’s basically a converted big box store that closed down, but it’s popular and fills up often. According to Warren, they get huge crowds for even fairly unknown bands, because the venue does a lot of promotions on its own. If we want to sell merch, this is the place we’re going to do it.”
“Man, this is great. First New York, then this. We’re really starting to get our name out there,” Seth said.
“If you liked this, wait until I tell you about what he has for Spring Break,” I said.
“I thought we’d talked about playing that festival in Raleigh again?” Lyla said. “We had a good crowd and we were on crazy early. If we could get a better spot, we could probably do better than even the Philly show, and they let us set up merch tables too.”
“Better than that,” I said. “He’s got us booked for a mid-day slot at the Sun Coast Bash. I hadn’t heard of it, but it’s apparently the largest multi-band concert like this. He said it’s a lot like the show in Raleigh, but ten times bigger.”
“He’s right,” Seth said. “Marco and I went down there with a band we were in a few years ago, trying to get a slot. It’s huge.”
“Did you get to play?” Lyla asked.
“No. They’re really tough on who they book,” Marco said.
“Well, you’ll get to play this time. We got a four pm slot, which is good considering it goes from ten in the morning until two the next morning. That’s not all. That is the last stop on a five-day tour across Georgia and Florida, and every stop is either a place that holds at least a thousand people or we’re opening for someone in much bigger venues.”
“Man, that’s exciting,” Lyla said. “We’re going to have a good spring.”
“No kidding,” Seth said.
“What about this summer? Do we have anything for that, or are we back here for the summer?” Marco asked.
“Jesus Marco, do you always have to be so damned negative?” Lyla asked.
“It’s a legitimate question.”
“No, we don’t have anything scheduled for the summer yet,” I said, agreeing with Lyla but holding my tongue. “I know Warren is on it, though. He’s really coming through for us with bookings through the end of the school year, so I have faith. Besides, this summer will be our first big break since he joined the team and he’s already shown he can get us better gigs than Brett did last summer, so I expect big things. This does bring up something else, though. We need to look at getting some new songs into the works fast. I know we talked about it a few months ago, but I’d like for us to have a wider set list by the time we get to Florida.”
“I’ve got some ideas,” Lyla said.
“I’ve also been working on something,” Seth said.
“What about my song? I know you were working on it on your own, but I really think we should all make changes to it if we’re going to use it. Hell, it’s basically ready now,” Marco said.
“It’s not, Marco. We all agreed it doesn’t work for us. I liked some of Charlie’s changes, but it’s still got a long way to go. If you want us to consider it, you either let Charlie fix it, which is going to take time, or fix it yourself instead of just bringing it back exactly the same every time and screaming when we still say no.
“Listen you …” Marco started to say.
“Marco,” Seth said, interrupting him.
Although he usually ran roughshod over Seth, the two had been friends for a long time and Seth was usually the only one who could talk sense into Marco, or at least get him to calm down.
“Whatever,” Marco said instead, walking out of the garage.
If he followed true to form, he’d storm off to the van, sit stewing for a few minutes and then come back. He’d been playing longer than any of us and had never really tried any other career except trying to be a professional musician, and this band was the first time he’d ever seen any success, so I wasn’t particularly concerned that he was actually going to quit. Marco might be angry we weren’t taking his every suggestion, but he wasn’t going to sink his one real chance of making it.
“Okay, show us what you've got,” I said, ignoring his temper tantrum.
Comments
Travis Starnes
This is common with the beginning of new books. You have to assume some readers will be new, jumping in part way through the story, so you do a little recapping for those who didn't read the first 3. There is still movement in this chapter, setting up stuff for later in the book. Charlie and his mom working on their relationship, the band working out what's going to happen for a while.
Brett Grayson
Short chapter with a lot of regurgitation. Perhaps the regurgitation is necessary for a new installment in a series.
Travis Starnes
It's just text, so normally no (You're sent an email with the same text though). When I finish the books, I update the full book post with full PDFs of the book (you can find the link to it off the pinned post, it has copies of every finished book) that you can download (These chapters are being posted as they're written, so they aren't proofed or formatted for the final book yet)
Joy Bee
No download button?
Brett Grayson
Thank you!
