Brandon's POV
The car door slammed shut—harder than I intended. The sound jolted through me, and I let out a low groan of frustration.
I felt the weight of the day pressing down on me, like bricks stacked one by one until I could barely breathe. I had been on autopilot all day stumbling through. From Seth's shoot to rehearsal, pushing through every note, every correction, then back to Seth. And even then, I wasn't completely successful.
A sigh slipped out of me as I leaned forward, my forehead dropping onto the steering wheel. My palms covered my face, fingers curled tight against the leather. Just a few minutes, I muttered to myself. Just a moment of silence. I was drained—mentally, emotionally and physically. All I wanted was a silver of stillness, at least a pocket of calm. I needed it like oxygen.
