Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel by Sarah Robinson Read Free Book Online Page A

McGinny’s later on.  He had to face the music at some point.
     
     
     
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    McGinny’s looked desolate on a Monday night and only a few dedicated alcoholics filled one corner table and a few stools at the bar.  It didn’t phase Logan in the least as he walked in and headed to the far end of the bar, away from the other patrons.  He wanted the privacy tonight anyways.  A scruffy, middle aged bartender walked over to Logan’s stool after a few minutes and poured him a Guinness without even asking.  Logan nodded appreciatively at the gentleman, gathering that his face was probably easy to read tonight.
    A gust of warm air swept through the bar as the front door opened and Dylan, Rock, and Charlie plodded in looking tired from their own Monday work shifts.  Logan quickly downed the rest of his beer for an extra shot of courage and waved them over.
    “Hey, man!” Rock slapped Logan on the back and lifted his leg over the barstool on Logan’s right, getting comfortable and leaning against the bar.  Charlie just nodded at Logan and sat down next to Rock, he had always been the quiet one of the bunch.
    “Where the hell ya been, Logan?  Been callin’ ya since Friday!  You were banging that girl all weekend, weren’t you?”  Dylan joked raucously, slapping the bar as her sat down to Logan’s left.  
    “Bartender! Round of Guinness’ here for my boys! We’ve got some celebrating to do.” Dylan didn’t give Logan the chance to respond, which he was glad about.  He didn’t want to lie and tell them he had avoided them all weekend.  Dylan’s comments brought Gina to the forefront of his mind again and he felt a warmth pass through his body at the memory of her touch.  He suddenly wished she was here with him.
    That thought surprised Logan, creeping up on him so easily.  He had thought about her a lot over the last two days, but there was no room for her in his life right now. No room to fall into a relationship when he had his parents to care for and a potential new path in life with his music.
    “We are celebrating, right?” Dylan looked at Logan, worry in his eyes.  Rock and Charlie leaned forward too, all eager to hear about the scout and crossing their fingers for good news. He felt sick to his stomach at the excitement on their faces.
    “Yeah, guys, we are celebrating.  The scout loved the performance.  He said you guys were good!”  Logan told them the truth, even though he was omitting other details.  He avoided eye contact and took a few swigs of his beer.  
    “Fuck yeah we are good!  The crowd was freaking the hell out on Friday!  Did you see my drum solo?  I thought my sticks were going to burst into flames!”  Dylan championed, puffing his chest out and chugging the rest of his beer.
    “Hell, Logan was the one that had the crowd going nuts.  Especially with that last song, man, that was a good pick, man.”  Rock nodded at Logan.
    “Yeah, I agree.  Friday was the best we’ve ever done.”  Charlie chimed in, sipping his beer more slowly than his friends since he was the designated driver.
    “Hell yeah, it was.”  Dylan grinned and picked up his second drink that the bartender had just dropped off.
    “So, what else did the scout say?”  Charlie asked the question Logan had been dancing around. He sighed and looked around at them.
    “His name is Garrett Vile, he wants me to come to New York next week to play for the other record label executives at New York New Music.” Logan looked down at the bar and rubbed the back of his neck.
    “Dude, that’s awesome!  We’re going to New York, baby!” Rock pumped his fist in the air and high-fived Charlie. Dylan narrowed his eyes and studied Logan’s expression.  He had known Logan all his life, he knew what Logan was saying.
    “Rock, shut the fuck up.  That’s not what he said.”  Dylan said in a low, bitter tone.  Rock and Charlie’s mood immediately deflated and they turned to look at Logan.