Chapter 11

Seeing Aiden go into his room, I immediately feel the urge to run and hide somewhere like a recluse. Instead, I hold my head up high and push myself down the hallway toward his door. I stop myself just before knocking and give myself a pep talk. It’s crazy, but I’m more nervous about facing my brother than I am about performing my songs. We’ve always been close, and I always have known that music would be a bone of contention between us. Before I get the chance to knock, the door is thrown open to reveal an irritated Aiden.

“What the hell are you doing outside my door?” he says, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

I cross my arms in response. “We need to talk,” I tell him sternly.

He drops his hands to his pockets. “Seriously? You look like Mom when you stand like that.”

I refuse to let my lips twitch into a smile.

He lets out a breath. “Shit. All right, come in.” He gestures for me to follow him inside.