Can I Say I'm Sorry?

"Oh shit," I muttered as I reached for my phone.

I patted around for it for a few minutes until I finally found it. I picked it up before looking at it seeing as it was about to go to voicemail.

"Hello," I questioned.

"Hello, is this Shayley Morris. I am Layla from Hopeless Records," the speaker asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm terribly sorry. How can I help you?"

"Would you be interested in coming in today and help All Time Low record? I know it's terribly short notice but their drummer broke his arm last night and they don't want to push the release date out any further than it needs to be."

"Oh, absolutely, when do I need to get there?"

"Within the hour. You do not need to bring anything unless you like a special type of stick. They've given you permission to use anything of theirs that you may need to."

"Thank you, I will be there in about fifteen minutes."

I leaped from my bed to get ready, very thankful that I had decided to shower the night before. I was also happy that I had decided to stay in last night. I was also very confused on who this band was. Their name was from a New Found Glory song and I knew that at least. I had never heard any of their music before though so I at least hoped they would have the drums written out. I mostly played either metal or jazz and I was nearly certain that they were neither so it was going to be interesting.

I finished straightening my jet black hair and pulled on the black skinny jeans that had become my signature. I pulled on a black camisole and slipped my feet into my flip flops before grabbing my keys and leaving. I didn't live too far from Hopeless and that was completely unintentional.

I plugged my headphones into my phone and began to blast Bullet for my Valentine as I walked. It was quite warm in the early spring of California. I smiled up at the sky. A lot had happened in the past four years and I didn't regret a single thing. I had talked to Mark quite a few times but after our relationship falling apart many times, all of which were my fault, we decided that friends was better for us. Last I had heard the boys were trying to make it with their band, they probably didn't for a few reasons, one of those was Playground X wasn't a good band name at all. I also had no regrets about leaving when I did because I was now a quite popular session musician on several instruments as well as a successful back up vocalist.

I pulled out my headphones and stared up at the recording studio and shook my head. I walked in and saw a cute brunette at the front desk. She looked up at me once the door closed and pushed her glasses back up with her index finger. Her crystal blue eyes followed my steps up to the counter.

"Can I help you," her soft voice asked.

"I'm Shayley Morris. Layla called me this morning asking for me to come in and record for an All Time Low due to the drummer's injury," I responded.

"Oh, I'm Layla. Here, follow me, I'll bring you to the guys."

She stood up and pushed the long brown hair out of her eyes. She was tall and walked with such confidence. There was nothing more attractive than that to me though. Maybe that was why I fell for Alex all those years ago. I had tried so hard to forget about him and most days he never crossed my mind but every now and then he managed to slip into my subconscious.

"Alright, they're right through this door. If you need anything you know where to find me," she smiled.

I walked into the room and nothing prepared me for the band that would be sitting in front of me. I saw a familiar looking mop of caramel colored hair that was facing away from me playing at the guitar in his lap. The skunk haired guitarist who got the last words in my departure stared at me, his deep brown eyes bore into my green eyes. I looked over at the muscular bassist who was puzzled by Jack's dislike. The short haired drummer who's arm was in a sling looked up and smiled the familiar award winning smile I thought I'd never see again. The caramel haired guitarist turned around and smiled at me, not putting two and two together. He stood up and approached me.

"Hey, you must be the studio drummer. Thank you for coming in at the last moment, this wasn't planned at all. Rian did something really stupid and injured himself last night. He has the parts written out for you, you have all day if you need it," Alex said, sounding quite grateful.

"Yeah, it's no problem, I love doing this so I was actually quite happy to get the phone call this morning," I responded.

"You don't sound like your from Cali, where you from?"

"Baltimore actually."

"No way, us too. You look kinda familiar actually, like someone who disappeared off the face of the earth."

"I know. I'm Shay."

He looked me over and his face changed. He was displeased to see me to say the very least. I could tell that he wanted me to get out immediately, that someone else could do it for me. I sighed and picked up the sheet that had the drum parts written on them. I looked it over and it seemed simple enough. From where I was standing I could barely hear Alex's mumble.

"Now that's a name I never wanted to hear again."

Notes

And here's chapter one of the sequel. I have nothing against Rian, I just needed some reason for her to meet up with them against either of their knowledge. What do y'all think is going to happen?

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Title credit: Let Me Live - Sick Puppies