Drew’s POV
"What the fuck did you do, Drew?!"
Audrey’s scream tore through the speaker before I even had a chance to say hello.
I shot upright, confused, glancing at the clock. 6:03 PM. We were in the middle of soundcheck and I’d stepped out to the hallway for better signal. The day had been normal—great even. Last night was perfect. What the hell could’ve changed overnight?
"What’s wrong, baby?" I asked, baffled.
"Don’t you 'baby' me, Andrew! Why? Why? How many times do I have to repeat myself for you to get it through your thick skull?!"
She was crying. What the actual fuck?
"Audrey!"
My voice cracked out too loud, making a couple of heads turn inside the room. My guys were all nearby. I lowered my voice, tried to steady the panic.
"Calm down and tell me what’s wrong. What the hell did I do?!"
"I can’t calm down, Drew. Not this time."
Her voice was trembling but sharp like broken glass.