Working on the set of a television show was wildly different from recording music or performing concerts, or any of the things that went hand-in-hand with having a decade-long music career. So far, Wes wasn't entirely sure it was worth the amount of time and effort he was having to expend on it, but he supposed he would know for sure once the show aired. He did rather thrive on fan feedback, after all.
But there was a perk to his strange, ever-changing schedule and the odd group he found himself working with. It was closer to evening by the time he made it back to his trailer, not quite done for the day but having a rather large window before he had to be back after dark for some night scene filming. As was happening with more frequency lately, he discovered the wild head of curls first, the rest of Kenzie coming into focus after. He was rather taken with the young woman, though not in the way people might assume if they knew he were sleeping with her occasionally.
Crossing to the sleeping woman, he carefully lifted her head, moved the pillow out of the way, and sat, laying her head back on his lap. He let his fingers stroke through those wild curls he loved so much. "Kenzie," he murmured, wondering if he could rouse her from her slumber. He was starting to worry about her, and that was a rather uncomfortable feeling.