Chapter 25: Kat & Arne
It had been a long morning as she pulled into the drive of her house. Parking her car, she looked over the house and sighed. Finally, she put the car in park and leaned down on the steering wheel. After a minute she leaned back and shut the car off. Looking at the house, she drummed on the steering wheel, and finally, after one last deep breath, she braced herself for the cold.
Quickly she crossed the front walk and opened the front door. Walking through the foyer, she investigated the living room and found her nanny and daughter play there. She smiled at the pair of them.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Jared," Tayla, the nanny, said.
"Momma," Raya said.
Kat smiled, "How are things going today?" she asked.
Tayla nodded, "Things are going well," she said.
Kat smiled a fake smile, and nodded, "That's great, where's Mister Jared?" she said.
"He's in the studio," Tayla said.
Kat smiled, "Thanks," she said and walked out of the living room. They had a small studio on the far side of the house. They did a lot of early work here, before heading to their actual practice space, and do the demos.
Opening the door, she found Arne sitting at his computer playing with his bit of music. He looked up at her and smiled. "How was your time out?" he asked.
"Enlightening," Kat said, and took a seat in one of the other chairs, "Working on new music?"
Arne nodded, "As you know, always," he said, "So, how was your day out enlightening?"
Kat shrugged, "Just somethings I needed to think about, and things I have to want to do," she said.
Arne nodded, "And what would that be?" he asked.
"I want to get active playing bass again," Kat said.
Arne nodded, "Psyhco is our bass player," he said.
"It doesn't have to be with Nordwind, Arne," Kat said.
Arne canted his head, "Then how?" he asked.
Kat sighed, "Maybe a solo project, or just a side thing, hell just jamming with friends," she said.
Arne nodded, "I'm not sure about a solo project, it would people think we're breaking up," he said.
Kat shook her head, "I know, and the label would love to make me some sort of pop star, more money," she said, "I don't want that, I just want to play music."
Arne nodded, "Kat, you are the secret of our success, you made us work, I would say, not as your husband, but as a band member, as long as Nordwind is the first priority you can work on side projects," he said.
Kat nodded, "Thanks, Arne, I don't think Psycho would mind," she said.
Arne nodded, "It would be Casey and Dallas you'd have to convince," he said.
"Leave them to me," Kat said.
Arne nodded, "Okay, so what do you have planned?" he asked.
Kat shrugged, "I don't know," she said and shrugged, "It might just start with me getting used to playing bass again. Forming bands suck."
Arne laughed, "Yeah, I remember," he said.
Kat nodded, "Yeah, I've been lucky," she said.
Arne nodded, and looked around the room, "It's been a blessing," he said.
"Yes, it has, as have Raya," she said.
"Have you seen the latest footage from Tucker?" Arne asked.
Kat shook her head, "No, I've not looked at my email all day," she said.
"It was some of the best captured of us on stage," Arne said.
Kat nodded, "I'll have to check it out," she said.
"You should," Arne said, "I've always listened to your input."
Kat nodded, "So what are you working on?" she asked.
Arne shrugged, "Just a musical idea," he said.
"Can I hear it?" Kat asked.
"Where's Raya?" Arne asked.
"In the living room with Tayla," Kat said.
Arne nodded, "Are they busy?" he asked.
Kat looked at him sideways, "Yeah, they are playing. What are you getting at?" she asked.
Arne laughed, "Well before I play the music I was working on, I was wondering if your offer from last night was still available?" he asked.
"Arne, in the studio?" Kat asked.
"Why not?" he asked.
Kat laughed, stood up and walked over to him. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the arm of the chair Arne sat in. "Aren't you glad I love you," she said.
"Luckiest man in the world," Arne said.
"Damn straight!" Kat said, and kissed her husband.
Arne kissed, and smiled slightly. They just let nature take its course.
