Audrey’s P.O.V.
The chaos had long settled, family gone, routine was creeping in.
My company was on an extended holiday sabbatical, which left me with more time than I knew what to do with in January. But Drew had other plans. I found myself dragged into the studio, pulled into their world so effortlessly it made me second-guess everything. Years of it—locked in my chest—came rushing back: the music, the writing, the recording, the planning, the prepping for tour.
Tour.
The word alone had me on edge. It was the first time I’d experience, this closely, what it meant to watch Drew leave. But it was a short one, at least. Just about two weeks, cities they had to cancel on their last tour because Jace had been sick. It was more like a last run before the new album drop.
“I think your presence here is threatening to some people,” Bono snickers beside me, nodding toward their manager—currently red-faced and locked in a heated argument with Drew.