Chapter 5Saturday arrived quicker than Garrett wanted. He tried to calm his stomach of the bats bumping around and flapping their wings, but the feeling lingered. What the hell had he thought when he’d agreed to meet with Jase and write? Damn. The guy would soon figure out Garrett couldn’t hold his own. Jase was so far out of Garrett’s league and not just in song writing.
Garrett looked in the mirror. Should he shave? He always left the scruff on his jaw on the weekends, but he wasn’t sure if he should today or not. Forget it. It wasn’t as if Jase cared. Garrett ran his fingers through his hair. Good enough.
In his bedroom, he pulled on his favorite pair of writing jeans—faded blue, and made of the softest material he’d ever touched from being washed out so much. Then he slid into his Ro
