Milo’s POV
I call our manager and ask him if I can sit out the remaining shows in the city. At first he tells me no, but when I remind him about all the diva fits Remy has pulled, he reluctantly agrees. I pay for my own motel so I won’t have to share a room with anyone from the band, and I spend the next few days thinking.
It’s probably the worst thing I could have done. At least when I was playing, I didn’t have to think about it. The only time in the past few weeks that I’ve had this much time to think about it was when Remy shoved the magazine at me, and even then, I tried to stop. Here, alone in a motel room, there’s nothing to do but think. Nothing except my phone.
Who can I call? Of course I know who I want to call, but even if she wasn’t with Trent, and even if she wasn’t having
