Same Time Next Week (Ch 53)

Shit meets fan.

“Mail call! Sweeney!”

A FedEx envelope flapped against Jackson’s shoulder, startling him. He looked up to find Rod’s manager, Dave, waving it at him, looking irritated at having to play delivery boy.  Jackson removed the buds plugged into his ears and peered, squinty-eyed, at the label of the envelope. The return address was a FedEx drop off in Hollywood, Florida.

Who would be mailing him something from Hollywood? To Rod’s studio?

He took the envelope, which appeared to be stuffed full, and shoved it in his bag. He’d open it later. He needed to finish the last part of the song he was working on. Constant interruptions were breaking his concentration. He couldn’t get into a zone.

The interruptions weren’t the only culprit. He was more than a little concerned about Shelby, since her sudden burst of information about her ex three weeks before. She'd seemed quiet lately. Sullen, there but not there and wouldn’t say another word about him. They didn’t have as much fun when they were together and she seemed to be pulling away from him just as suddenly as she'd started to open up.