Mom: Good.
Sucking in a breath, I start for my dorm, putting my phone in my pocket. It is only a two-minute walk from where I was sitting to play around on my guitar. I had been getting ready for the video I wanted to post and I wanted fresh air. I wish it weren’t hot as hell, but it’s okay. I dealt, and because of it, I met Lame Line Larry, so I feel I’m winning.
When my dorm comes into view, I smile. It’s okay, small, but I love my roommate. She is a very quiet and sweet girl named Mekena Preston, and she doesn’t mind all my sound equipment. Probably because all she needs is her bookshelf of books and she is good. Nonetheless, I like her and we are getting along effortlessly, which is great.
The thing is, I am happy. Like, really happy. I love the campus. It has everything I need, even a coffee shop with an open mic night twice a week. Along with that, the other big reason I applied to go here was the fact that everything was on one campus, so I really didn’t need to leave unless I wanted to. They have a great music program with teachers who have worked in the industry for years. For once, I actually have something to be excited about. It is mind-blowing. Not only that, but I am so close to the heart of Nashville and that is awesome since I am trying desperately to get an internship at a music label.
This is what I want, and I am doing it.
I am almost to my dorm when my phone rings, vibrating like mad in my pocket as Ed Sheeran sings “Thinking out Loud.” In my opinion, that is one of the best-written songs, lyrically. Dude is a genius. But when I see it’s my dad, I groan. “Damn it.”
Well, there goes my good mood.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, baby. How’s everything?”
“Good, just going back to my dorm. I was playing outside. It’s so warm here.”
“Yeah, I like Tennessee fall. It’s nice… Oh, one second.”
Rolling my eyes, I shut the door behind me, laying my guitar on my bed before sitting down.
“Sorry about that.”
“No big deal,” I say, crossing my legs as I listen to him shuffle around paperwork. I’m not sure why he called when he is at the office, but I figure it must be important. “So, what’s up?”
“Oh, not much, just calling to see how everything is going.”
“Great, I’m moved in and happy.”
“Good. You got your meds, though?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Great, have you decided… Oh, wait. Hold on, honey,” he says quickly and I sigh. This is why I hate talking to my dad on the phone. I am always on hold. “Avery, sorry, have you decided if you are coming up for the opening game? I haven’t spoken to you since you left.”
Yeah, because he is always busy and also because he is still a little bitter I didn’t go to school close to home. He works a lot, I know, but come on. I’ve been gone for two weeks, and this is the first I hear from him? And also, it’s about hockey? Yeah. He’s mad.
“Yeah, I don’t know.”
“Honey, remember it’s a tradition.”
“That I don’t like,” I say, but before he can scold me for it, I quickly start talking. “I’ll think about it. Depends on my classes.”
“Okay, well, Seth is playing that night against the Devils, so it would be nice if you are here— One second.”
Leaning my face against my hand, I listen as he tells his assistant that he needs something by three. I don’t know. I start to zone out.
“Okay, so Laurence is gonna fly in from Wisconsin, and you know that Matty will be here.”
“Of course he will,” I mutter as I roll my eyes. He is such an ass-kisser.
“Well, it is an easy drive for him. Crap, hold on.” Closing my eyes to his stoppage again, I lean against my hand, wishing this call could just end.
“Dad, do you want to call me back later?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you back. We have some scheduling issues I have to work out.” He sounds relieved, and that bothers me more than it should.