My Melody (Downtown Book 3) by TJ West Read Free Book Online Page B

want to gag every time the girls sweet talk the bachelor dude. They are so fake. I don’t understand what makes anyone think the show has taste. All they do is fight and whine. So annoying. As quickly as I can I change the subject. I don’t know anything about this redhead, Peta. She seems like a cool person to hang out with.
    In a jokingly way I ask, "So, Peta, who’s instrument are you playing?" All eyes turn on me.
    Peta seems confused. "What do you mean?"
    "I mean, which rocker hunk are you after?" Harmony nudges my foot with her own. I shrug at her, not sure what I said wrong.
    "I'm not after anyone,” she lightly laughs. “I’m actually engaged. His name’s Scott. He’s in the Military."
    Shit. I am always putting my foot in my mouth. To make up for my no filter question I bring up the huge rock I see on her finger. “Gorgeous ring he gave you.”
    She touches the ring and gazes at it with a small grin. “It was a huge, incredible splurge before he went to the Middle East."
    "Shit. So he’s still there?"
    "Unfortunately so. He's supposed to return by the summer, but you never know,” she shrugs with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
    Poor Peta. I feel really bad for her. "I'm sorry. That's rough."
    “It flat out sucks ass, but having my friends around is the best medicine."
    I notice June takes hold of Peta’s hand in comfort. I’ve never had that kind of friendship. "You’re pretty lucky to have such good friends around. I’ve never had that."
    “Well…you do now, Honey,” Faith says.
    "Absolutely,” June agrees.
    Another moment of not knowing what to say. I never expected to make any close friends. June is one of them. I met her not too long ago at a group gathering at Faith’s hotel suite. She confided in me about having a miscarriage with Phillip’s baby, a few months back. She had a really impressive tattoo on her wrist and I asked her about what inspired it. I was so touched and had not expected the story behind it to be about about the baby.
    I take a drink of my cocktail and enjoy the rest of the evening with my new friends.
    The next two days were not very exciting. With Harmony working all the time, I stay stuck in my rut of “finding myself” again. I should probably make a trip up to LA soon. Ashes and Embers is going to be playing, but I don’t exactly have the money to buy tickets. My bike is in the shop, so all that I have in my savings is just enough to pay for the repair. My sister gives me a decent allowance, but I am feeling more and more guilty taking money from her. Something has to give…I just don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve had plenty of chances to work for Faith and Helene; they have offered me a few jobs that I might be interested in. I always turn them down, though. The dark cloud that hovers over my head never seems to let up. I want to get out from under Harmony’s wing, but my drive to do so is at a turtle’s pace. I know deep down inside the old Melody is still there. I’d do anything to get her back. Singing and playing the guitar is what the old me was all about. Who am I without those two things ? I am tired of my depression. I am tired of taking and taking, yet not being able to give back. What I wouldn’t do to be happy again.
    Something definitely has to give. My life has to change.
    Harm had to take the car to work today, so I had to have the repair shop owner take me home. There was something wrong with the motor; it wasn’t working properly. The owner was actually really cute. I should have asked him up to my place, but a certain rocker with amazing blue eyes wouldn’t allow my subconscious to do so. I was stuck inside the condo by myself. Hmmm, it’s a bit warm outside. The pool seems like the perfect solution of getting myself out of the house.
    Before I get the chance to change into my suit my cell rings. I don’t recognize the number. Too bad. I was kinda of hoping it would be Rocker Boy calling to kiss and make up. I answer