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~Ayden~
I’d screwed up. Each day that passed without seeing Mia convinced me further. I hadn’t seen her since the night we arrived at Music Haven. Andi assured us that Mia would be back in a week to get things started with our band, but eight days later, I questioned the validity of her statement.
Unless she was hiding in her suite, Mia hadn’t made it back from her trip. Andi didn’t mention where she was heading, and I didn’t push the issue. It was enough that we were here.
As I walked from my suite toward the arena, I made a promise to myself. If Mia didn’t send us packing, I would interact better. I wouldn’t continue to be an insensitive asshole. Instead, I would be the grateful musician willing and ready to accept her guidance. I could control my thoughts, keep them professional,
