Rock Revenge: Alex's Story

“Don’t be silly, honey. That’s all been sorted out. It was an accident. An accident.” She stressed the “accident” part as if she wouldn’t hear any arguments. “But you will have to leave town. There will be talk and it won’t be good for business. It might take a while for things to settle. In a few years, you can return and we can get your career back on track but, for now, just keep a low profile.”

I’d told my parents a million times I had no intention of working in the family firm. They owned half of the town, had built most of it, and the idea of that kind of business bored me to tears. No matter how many times I told them, you’d have thought I’d never even spoken. They never argued, they never said I was wrong, they just talked over the top of me, as though my voice hadn’t reached them.

Was it wrong that, in the middle of this disaster, I had one spot of happiness? A reprieve from that pressure? At least for a few years, I’d be free.

“You can pack your things tomorrow. Maybe spend some time in Europe or Asia? Travel is good. It broadens the mind. Probably good timing anyway. Once we start grooming you for the business, you’ll not get much chance to get away.”

My father rubbed his hands together as though he’d just solved a slightly vexing crossword.

“I need to see the family.” I meant Jake’s family, of course.

My father frowned. “You will NOT be doing that.”

“But I have to speak to them, to make them understand… Well, at least say something.”

“You’ll have no contact with them. If you admit to any liability, they will hammer you.”

Maybe it was piss weak of me not to insist but my father convinced me that people were spreading the vilest rumours about me. They wanted to destroy my life. Maybe it was easy for me to believe because the thought of looking into the eyes of Jake’s mother and seeing the depths of sorrow there, that scared me more than anything else in this world.

Jake had always been the golden boy of town. He had an easy way with people that I never had. I’d gone away to an elite private school, and when I returned to town, people gave me a wide berth. It didn’t help that my parents employed most people, or their parents. I was always an outsider.

I’d come home on holidays from university a few years ago and had wandered into the local music store to get some strings. The place was empty except for a sandy-haired guy mucking around on black and white Fender. We got talking. About music, mainly. It was rare for one of the locals to talk to me without measuring their words, worrying they’d say the wrong thing.

“Do you work here?” I asked.

“Part-time. Saving up enough money, then, with the staff discount, this baby will be mine. The only thing coming between me and dreams is not actually having a guitar.”

“Can you play?”

He didn’t answer, just stood up and plugged that guitar in. I’d been dreaming of starting a band as much as he had but I had plenty of guitars, the thing I lacked was band members. Especially ones that had the same determination that I did.

“We need a bassist and a drummer,” I said.

“Pete that works here plays bass. And I know a guy who might be interested in drumming.”

He put down the Fender and I picked it up, looking at the price tag. Then I slapped some money on the counter.

“Huh?”

Betrayal flickered over his face but I didn’t want it for me, I wanted it for him. That’s how we got started.

“And quit your job,” I said. “We need all the rehearsal time we can get.”

After that, the band became a thing. Jake was the buffer. We played it up, him all boy-next-door and me, the dark demon. I dressed in leather and grew my hair. I snarled while Jake smiled. Together we wrote the music and we pushed each other to do things we’d never have done on our own.

We had a pretty big following too. Not a city-type crowd but up and down the coast, we could fill most venues. It’d taken a few years and, in that time, I knew I wanted nothing else. We talked and talked, about moving away. Music industry types turned up to see us. We were on the cusp of something huge.

Until the crash.

I’d buried all that down deep, though. I couldn’t dwell on the past. I had rehearsing to do even if the other guys were taking their sweet time. They were always late for rehearsal.