Vaughn’s voice comes through the cellular waves like a reincarnation of something from another lifetime. I haven’t talked to him in over a year.“Vaughn? What the hell’s up, man?”“I’m so glad I tracked you down, dude. How are you?” I look around at the ocean in front of me, the sand under my feet, and the blonde lying on my beach towel with her top untied while she sunbathes. “Not bad, I got to say. Not bad.”“I ran into your old man over at Studio B when I was doing some engineering work the other day. I guess he has a new album he’s laying down?”I think about the last conversation I had with my dad. The one where he begged me to come home. “You’re breaking your mom’s heart, son. Please come home—at least to visit. I’ll stay out of your career, I promise. Not one phone call or suggestion.”“Yeah, we don’t talk much about work, so I wouldn’t know.”“Well, I was stoked when he gave me your new number. I’m coming out that way and I was hoping we could hang.”I grab the bottle of sunscreen and smooth some more on my date’s back.
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