by K E Osborn
Lunar giggles, smirking while Danger fiddles with her pink hair. “So, Ryan, Tillie’s going over our marketing strategies and how we can improve them. She’s talking some big stuff,” Danger says.
Tillie casually glances up at me and half-smiles.
“Oh yeah, like what?” I ask in a sarcastic manner.
She pulls the pen from her lips, licking her bottom one slightly. My cock twitches again making my chest tighten in anger at how I’m reacting as Tillie rams the pen into the bun on top of her head.
“Okay… so from what I could tell from the tiny amount of bookkeeping and stuff that was on file—”
“Hey, I kept everything above board—”
She opens her eyes wide and tilts her head. “No, I’m not saying you didn’t. I’m just saying that from what I had to go on… not that what I had was bad, Ryan…” she tilts her head slightly, “… that your PR was done mainly in the indie scene—”
“Yeah, we’re an indie rock band. That’s how we like to be seen,” I say.
Tillie swallows hard with a sigh and raises her eyebrow. “Well, with my help I’m going to take you guys from the indie rock scene and into where you need to be.”
“We are where we need to be,” I say confused.
She furrows her brows and purses her lips. “Well, correct me if I’m wrong, Ryan, but you guys are a rock band. Rock bands are huge right now, and with a sound like yours… a sound I distinctly heard yesterday… you guys clearly need to be out of the indie rock scene and on an expanded platform.”
“We don’t need to change our platform, the indie rock scene is where we are. It’s where we’ve always been. It works fine for us,” I say knowing that this is where my PR skills have always taken us.
But the guys in the room shift uncomfortably in their seats like they all want to say something.
“Ryan, honestly… do you think your band is going to get bigger by just continuing to coast along on the indie rock scene? If you guys want to get on the big stage, and not as a backup band, but up there with the world’s popular rock bands, you need to get out of the PR hole you’ve put yourself in and go much larger. You need to think outside of the box you’re squarely locked into. You need to consider bigger, Ryan. Billboards, television, radio stations. And not just the small indie rock stations either, you need to be played on the large commercial stations… the ones that can skyrocket your careers… if you want to be famous in America. Also, we need to consider subtle advertising like in railway stations and on trains, social media etcetera. You name it, we need to have Recoil’s brand everywhere, not just small time indie.”
I scoff and shake my head. “We don’t have the funds for that!”
She tilts her head. “You do. And if you want to make it in this industry you have to spend the money to make it big. You know the old saying ‘you have to spend money to make money?’ This couldn’t be truer for your PR expenses.”
I shake my head rapidly from side to side and furrow my brows looking around at everyone else who already seem convinced. “This is bullshit! This is not who we are. We’re not that desperate for attention!”
Danger sits up taller and sighs. “It’s not desperate, Ryan, but this is what we all want. The band wants to be big. Remember the dream we had? You and me, our names up in lights in Times Square?”
I stand up and start to pace the floor remembering that exact conversation, we had it the night we took that photo on the wall out in the hall. But that’s different, we were just starting the band out and I had no idea we could actually make it.
“Next you’ll be telling me you want us to headline with some fucking crazy band, and to do a duet or some shit,” I say not really making any sense because that works out well for most bands.
“Well, actually, Staked is a really popular band at the moment. We could set up a headline tour with them?” Tillie asks, and I let out a bellowing laugh as Danger tenses up and goes quite stiff.
“See Tillie… if you knew us at all…” I wave my hands around, “… knew anything about how we work as a band…” more hand waving, “… you would know that Danger was engaged to the backing guitarist in Staked… Ella fucking Slade? Fuck Tillie, you know nothing! Nothing about us! How can we trust you with the selling of this band if you don’t even know us, huh?” I yell, and she draws her bottom lip into her teeth and looks across to Danger, who’s as tense as Lunar but somehow she manages to rub his arm.
“Look, I’m sorry. Okay, a tour with Staked? Yeah, I’ll make sure that will never happen. I’m sorry, Danger, I didn’t know and I should have done my research. But Ryan shutting down the right course for this band at my every turn is not going to make things easier. You need to accept that either you want this band to succeed… or you’re going to be another whitewash band that fades into obscurity… it’s your choice.”
I run my fingers through my hair and groan as I turn, kicking my chair and storming out of the boardroom. I can’t let Tillie know that even though I think her methods of advertising and marketing are completely over the top, she’s probably right. I can see now that the way I was conducting the PR was backward. It was old school. Everything’s so much more advanced these days, and there’s so much I don’t know. I hate to admit it, but maybe the indie rock scene isn’t the way to go anymore. I’m just scared. Fucking scared of everything right now. I’m scared of how quickly things can go tits-up. Let’s face it we are only a few seconds away from our own destiny at any time.
I move across to the kitchen area just off the boardroom and pace back and forth trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. Hearing the boardroom door creak open, I look up and catch Danger walking out. I risk a glance at him but he frowns at me.
“What?” I jibe.
“Ry… c’mon.”
“Seriously? I’m not being stubborn here, I’m being pennywise.”
Danger laughs. He actually laughs, the douche. “Pennywise? Who the fuck says pennywise. Ryan, I know you’re unhappy and even offended about having the PR taken from you, but you gotta see that this direction is the right one for us… as a band.”
While folding my arms over my chest, I exhale loudly in response then say one word, “No.”
He scoffs. “Really? Give me one good reason?”
“We’re indie.”
“Why do we have to stay indie? We’re rock. We can be mainstream. Fuck Ryan, we’re good enough for mainstream. You know we are. What’s holding you back? I mean really… what are you so afraid of? This is what we’ve all dreamed of. Us… the four of us, our names in lights. Recoil a big rock mainstream band. This is what we are, this is who we are. This is the direction we need to take—”
“Fuck, I know all right!”
“Then why are you fighting this?”
I sigh, exasperated. “I don’t fucking know.”
He exhales then steps up to me. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, we slump against the kitchen counter. “Ry, I know you’re a stubborn fuck. But sometimes letting go of something isn’t just about letting go of one thing.”
I glance at him gritting my teeth. “I keep thinking…” Danger nods and lets me continue, “… Katie never doubted me. Not once… on anything… you know?”
He swallows hard and nods. “She loved you, warts and all.”
I let out a half-laugh. “Yeah. Well, she trusted me… on everything. She never thought I wasn’t capable. Katie knew… she just knew I was capable of anything I put my mind to.”
Danger nods. “So having Tillie doing the PR makes you feel like you aren’t capable?”
I shrug. “But I’m not capable, am I? It’s fucking obvious, man.”
He exhales and slaps my back. “It’s not that you’re not capable, Ry—”
“It’s just that maybe I’m not the best man for the job anymore?”
Danger knocks his temple to mine and sighs. “You’re the best man for the job, but maybe this job needs a good woman. What do you say?”
I can�
��t help but let out a small chuckle. “Yeah. I just hate not being good enough.”
Danger slaps my shoulder. “Hey, don’t think of it like that. Just think that maybe your talents can be put to use elsewhere? Maybe you can start to kick my ass in training or something?”
“Yeah, like that will ever happen? Are you trying to make me feel worse?” I scoff.
He chuckles. “Shit sorry! But really, Ryan, something good will come of Tillie being here. I promise.”
“Yeah, I hope so. ‘Cause right now, all I’m seeing is me being replaced, and our money being spent in ridiculously large amounts.”
“But, on the plus side, our Facebook likes have gone up massively already in only a few days. Tillie’s methods are working already, and she hasn’t been here for even one week.”
I groan as he walks backward away from me with a giant smirk toward the boardroom, and I roll my eyes. Turning toward the kitchen bench, I pour myself some much-needed caffeine.
I hate that he’s right. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I have been watching our social media pages, and since Tillie has taken control everything has skyrocketed.
Bitch.
She seems to have the knack or knowledge to somehow magically have everything working in our favor and I hate it. I mean I guess she does have training and the background knowledge behind her. Still, the things I learned were physical, I put blood, sweat, and tears into them. She sat behind a computer and used textbooks to learn. I figured it out the hard way, the real way. You can’t beat real life experience. That’s what gets you ahead in this life… doesn’t it?
Fuck! I don’t know anymore. I need to get my head out of my ass because I hate admitting defeat. So I won’t. Tillie might be damn good at her job, but I’ll be fucked if I’m going to let her get the better of me. She proved she may know her shit, but she doesn’t know Recoil. I can still show that I can be worthy of this band and can still push her out if push comes to shove. I can show her who the boss is if I need to. She may think she has the band wrapped around her cute little fingers, but I can show her who the real leader of this band is.
I am this band. This band wouldn’t be where it is today without me!
“I am Recoil!” I say proudly.
“Really? I thought Recoil was four people?” Tillie states in her charmingly squeaky little voice from behind me, surprising me so much I jump slightly like a fucking little kid.
“Fuck me! You do know it’s rude to sneak up on people?” Swinging around quickly, I notice we’re in the kitchen completely alone.
She smirks while leaning past me to switch the coffee machine back on that I was using during my self-empowerment session. Her arm grazes mine, and a little spark shoots through me—must be static electricity from the stupid apricot carpet—which makes all the hairs on my arms stand on end.
“Well, I was too busy watching you amp yourself up. I wasn’t going to interrupt, but then you started talking to yourself too. So you know… they say that’s the first sign of madness and all.”
“You think I’m crazy?” I ask, more than a little pissed off.
She smirks. “Relax Ryan, I’m joking. You’re so tense.”
I roll my eyes in answer. As her coffee brews, I look to the machine wanting a cup so badly but not wanting to stay here and wait for hers to finish so I say, “I’ll come back.”
She shakes her head infinitesimally. “Jesus Christ, Ryan, I’m not that horrible. You can wait around with me while the coffee brews, and if I am that terrible you can have my fucking cup and I’ll get the next one.”
I swallow hard and slump my shoulders as she picks up the cup of coffee and raises her eyebrow. She gestures for me to take the cup, and I wonder what the fuck should I do? Do I take the cup like I want to and look like the asshole I am, or do I let her have it and risk her sticking around to talk to me?
I decide to take it. As I lean forward to take the cup she tightens her grip on the mug. I grit my teeth while she grins.
“Fine, keep the fucking cup,” I say.
She giggles and reaches her hand forward just as I pull my hand away. Somehow the hot mug of coffee gets caught in the kafuffle of hands and the coffee tips out and spills down the front of her white blouse. Tillie screams out as the boiling hot liquid splashes against her breasts, and I open my eyes wide as I watch the fluid taint her white top beige, but in doing so has also turned it completely see through.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” she says in quick succession as she pulls the top on and off her chest in a fanning motion, while the mug falls to the ground shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. I stand here gawking at seeing her basically drenched, and her lacy white bra leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination either. My cock instantly begins to stiffen as she looks at me ogling her, then down to her basically naked chest.
Tillie’s face flushes bright red and she folds her arms over herself. “Thanks for your help, Ryan!” She then turns and storms off down toward her office.
Clearing my throat, I stand to watch her rush off in a frenzy still fanning herself from the obviously boiling hot coffee.
Shit! I should’ve helped her in some way.
But I was completely stunned by the two perfectly shaped nipples peeping back at me through her lace top.
Oh God, her boobs that were covered in coffee that is.
Fuck! My cock is twitching again. I grab my cock and rearrange it in my pants while shaking my head. Deciding I better do something constructive, I bend down and pick up as many of the pieces of the broken mug I can, then sweep up the rest. My heart is racing in my chest and pounding in my ears while I try to rein in my racing thoughts. Seeing Tillie exposed like that, even though it was completely fucking hilarious, was utterly arousing and that scares the shit out of me.
I can not be attracted to her.
Not at all.
Not one bit.
Leaning up, I grab a washcloth and clean up the spilled coffee as Tillie’s stunned face keeps flashing through my mind.
Sighing rather loudly as I wipe up the last of the coffee from the cupboard doors, I then let out another long drawn out groan. “Fucking hell,” I murmur.
The cloth is thrown to the sink and I head down toward Tillie’s office to apologize for not helping her. I feel bad for just standing there like a fucker while coffee seeped through her clothing and scalded her. Looking at the door handle as I arrive, I turn it and step into her office. She flicks around completely topless and wearing only a bra as she looks at me with a stunned stare. I gawk again as she brings her hands up to cover herself, and I close my eyes and wince.
“Shit! Um… sorry—”
“Don’t you knock?”
“Sorry! Shit! Fuck! I was coming to apologize for the coffee and fuck… now I’ve made everything worse.”
“Get out, Ryan!”
“Fuck!” I grab the door and rush through then slam it shut. Finally, I open my eyes letting out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I rest my head back against her door and shake it slightly thinking I should wait here to talk to her again, but what good would that do. Then the image of her wearing only a bra creeps into my mind and my cock twitches again. I groan, slumping my shoulders as I turn and walk back down the hall.
I can’t be here for the rest of the day.
I’m going home.
I need to cool off.
Chapter Four
I’m slightly out of breath as I do another sit up, only my twentieth compared to Danger’s thirtieth. Keeping up with someone who’s so physically fit is hard work and more than a little confidence shattering. I mean, I knew my fitness levels had taken a beating, but I didn’t realize how unfit I was. I mean, I’m not terrible. I can still do twenty sit-ups in a row and only be mildly out of breath after doing a round of boxing and cardio, so I’m doing okay. But still, I used to be better than this. I’ve really let myself go and I know why.
Katie would have hated this, to see me like this, letting m
yself become unhealthy over the guilt of killing her and our baby girl. A twang of pain hits me right in the chest and I fall back on the mat clutching at my chest.
“Shit! Are you okay, Ry?” Danger asks rushing over to me.
I open my eyes and take a deep breath. “Yeah, just had a moment. I’m thinking too much, again.”
Danger nods and puts out his hand to help me up. I take it and he lifts me to my feet. “You’ve been thinking about them more lately. That’s strange for you.”
“I know, it’s this fucking health scare, man… and everything else. It’s fucking with my head.”
Danger glances at me sideways. “Maybe if you saw a counselor?”
“No, I’m fine. I just need to be fitter.”
“Well, the more you train the better at it you’ll get, but I do think you’ve done enough for tonight. You’re really red, and I don’t want your blood pressure getting too high.”
I smirk. “Yes, Mom,” I tease. As I start to walk off my equilibrium falters making the room spin, so I throw my hand out and lean on the wall.
“See, Mother knows best. I know you wanna get fit, Ry, but you gotta do it right. You can’t push too hard or you’ll get sicker.”
“Sick if you don’t exercise, sick if you do. I can’t fucking win.”
Danger moves closer, and I can see him clearly now the room has stopped spinning. “Hey, you can do this, and I’m here to help you every step of the way. Me and Lunar, okay?”
“Yes Mom,” I say with a laugh.
“Good. Now do as your mother says and rehydrate.”
With a smirk, I pick up my water bottle and guzzle down half the contents quickly. We walk back inside where Lunar is cooking dinner. Danger moves in behind and begins to kiss Lunar’s neck but she groans pushing him off.
“Eww… you’re all sweaty.” She giggles.
“You like me hot and sweaty,” Danger teases, turning her around and kissing her lips. She chuckles slapping his chest while I laugh with them.
“I was kicking his ass in sit-ups,” I lie.
“I bet you were, you sexy beast,” she chimes.