![]() But as my relationship grew with Nate, I had to chalk his visit up to Reid being Reid. The visit from him that New Year’s three years ago had devastated me. I had done all I could to erase Reid from my radar. I hadn’t lied when I said I was unprepared. But the underlying resentment grew, and I found myself avoiding any new articles or music that had to do with the Sergeants. In his own words, I was never supposed to be. I made peace with the fact that I wasn’t there. Lexi was present, and so were the desperation-laced songs Reid had written in his journal while we were together. I’d listen to every beat, every note, and lyric, and tried in vain to find Reid and me in that album. It was surreal to hear them again, improved so much in execution and sound. I listened to their first album alone in my SUV without interruption and knew the majority of the songs by heart. ![]() I was still selfish when it came to the band. ![]() And though I told Reid I’d watched it happen, I found myself a liar. Their talent was limitless, and Rye and Adam were praised with their own accolades. ![]() Along with Ben, he’d also recorded songs with a few other high-profile musicians. A master of his craft, Reid often played gigs with other bands for various charities. ![]() He’d been a literal starving artist and I had no choice but to watch him grow as the tabloids took a special interest in his progress, but with good reason. The man I was on my way to interview had made my first months in Austin bleak. It’s amazing what can happen in three years. ![]()
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