I called Paige, who was home with Little Michael, and sounding stronger. I asked her how she was adapting to her new life, and she said that she’s getting the hang of it. “It’s constant, but I was prepared for that. I have a lot of help, which is nice. Jackie is kind of bossy, but she means well. Blake, Tabby, and Tara have been wonderful. It’s nice to be home and have all the comforts that make life better. He’s so adorable, Daddy, and I can’t wait for you to see him. Robin said you’ll be home after the Portland concert, which is only a couple of days away. She told me that the show in Boston was wild, and I read online that the critics were blown away by it. I guess Cullen is still the same,” my oldest daughter then asked. “He is, but he looks better and has a renewed vigor. The guy can flat-out play, which adds to the songs.” “Robin sounds like she’s hanging in there. I reminded her of what you told her about this last leg, and she said that she’s ready to do it. She asked me if I was jealous, and I told her that I wasn’t, and I really mean that. The road does absolutely nothing for me, especially now. I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but there’s no use in fighting what I feel.” “That’s right, sweetie, so enjoy your life and don’t worry about doing what your sister does.” “She’s tougher than me, isn’t she, Daddy?” “It’s not a question of toughness, Paige, it’s just who you are. I needed to show Robin that she needed to apply herself if she wanted a career in music. If she had sold songs and generated income for herself, then I wouldn’t have cared, but she just noodled in the studio, which isn’t going to work. She’s doing just fine on the road, so please don’t worry about her.” “I know she is, but I just hate it that you two are away.” “It’s part of the game, sweetie, which you don’t have to worry about.” “I know, Daddy, but I do want to play live sometime.” “Don’t worry about it, it’s not important.”
Paige’s time on the road will never be for long.
We chatted about little Michael and how she has changed since giving birth. Paige then asked me about Bella, who she said stopped by this afternoon wearing a glum look. “I knew something was on her mind, but I didn’t want to hear anything too fucked up, so I let it go. I asked Tara, who said she didn’t know what was wrong with her because she’s still seeing Kurt, and they aren’t having any problems that she knew of. I’m sure Robin will find out,” Paige said. “She’ll be fine,” I replied. “Bella?” “Yes.” My oldest daughter went momentarily silent before letting out a mini-chuckle. “Oh boy, she’s being summoned back to the road, isn’t she?” “Yes, I got a call this afternoon about how she and Kurt were lounging around the house doing nothing and thinking it was okay. That wouldn’t have pissed me off too much, but when she got nasty with Amber–well, that just isn’t going to work. Bella likes the road when she’s not being harassed by her parents, who’ve been quiet, but I reckon she might have a problem being away from loverboy, but that doesn’t bother me in the least. I told Amber that her album will not be released until she does her compulsory road service.” “Why didn’t she say that, Daddy.” “Because her behavior this afternoon toward Amber was despicable. She called her all kinds of nasty names and used vulgar language, which is very un-Bella like. She got comfortable doing nothing, so she can get rejuvenated on the road, that’s if she wants to.” “And if she doesn’t?” “She’s gone,” I replied in a casual tone. “Damn, Daddy.” “I’m not playing,” I said.
Paige and I then talked about nice things before clicking off.
After dinner, Robin asked me about Bella. “She tell you the news,” I asked. “Yes, but she didn’t sound happy.” “Did she tell you what she said to Amber?” “No.” “I told Robin what Bella said to the record exec, which shocked her. “Bella never used to use language like that, Daddy.” “I know, but she got home and got lazy…and nasty,” I replied. “I know,” my daughter said.
Bella then called Robin.
My daughter took the call and winced when her friend began to talk. Robin tried to calm her friend down, but couldn’t get a word in. I told her to give me the phone, which she did. “That bitch got in my face and accused me of being lazy, which isn’t fair ’cause I do what they ask me. I know she needs to be a cunt now and then, but shit, it’s not my fucking fault she’s not getting laid,” Bella said in an illogical rant. “Fucking bitch got me in a jam…what a cunt!” “Is that so, Bella,” I then asked.
Silence filled the connection for ten seconds.
“Sir.” “You listen to me, young lady, I’ve already talked to you about that mouth, but apparently you don’t listen, so this is a reminder: get packed and get ready to hit the road because it’s going to happen one way or another.” “Sir…” “Shut up, you’ve acted like a little brat, which normally would get you fired, but I’m feeling benevolent, but not for long. Goodbye.”
Meanwhile…
Kevin was on the phone with Chase about Kurt, who’s acting like a dickhead. When he finally clicked off, my partner said that Kurt is smoking dope and thinking he’s on easy street. “He wants to fire him, but I told him to let me run it by you,” Kevin said, waiting for me to explode. “This is the last time, Kev, but since it’s already screwed up, I’ll deal with this. Get Farley on the line,” I told Robin, who promptly contacted the musician. I took the phone and explained the situation. “You guys could use a sound man and a general asshole to kick around, so here comes Kurt,” I said. “Is he on meth,” Farley asked. “I don’t know, but if he is, dump him.” “Okay, Sir.” “Get some live recordings and spruce up your resume. Kurt needs guidance, which your band is going to give him. Where are you?” “Nebraska, Sir.” “Great, where you going to be tomorrow?” “Lincoln.” “Well, Kurt’s going to be on a red-eye flight to somewhere, so Lincoln is as good as any.” “We’ll pick him up when we’re done.” “That’s fine. Let me call Kurt and give him the good news.”
I called Kurt, who was contrite to the point of blubbering. “Shut up, Kurt, get ready to go to Lincoln, Nebraska, to help out Cool-Daddy-O. If I get any bad reports, you’re gone. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Sir.” Bye.” I then dialed up Chase, who said Kurt would be on a plane in the morning.
That was easy.
“Now, can I finally get some rest,” I asked. I walked back to my suite and called Blake.
What the fuck.