JACK
“What do you mean you ruined the master tapes?” Bret asks, questioning whether I’m f*****g with him or not.
Cash is standing to my left, and I’m hoping to get some moral support, but he’s cowardly looking the other way. I shrug sheepishly at Bret’s question because I can’t bring myself to speak.
“Are you f*****g with me?” Bret asks, and then he starts to pace which is never a good sign. I can’t be sure, but I think some of his hair turned grey right in front of me. At least the one’s that haven’t already turned grey.
I stare at my feet because I know this is bad. This is so bad, and I can’t even come up with an excuse. This is the last recording Mia ever did, and I don’t think it can be salvaged. I know I’ve f****d up in the past, but this is by far the worst. I’ve already beaten
