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two spoons. “It’s ice cream time now.”
    “Just a little,” Angie said. “So I
can hear this story.”
    Carina walked to the couch. “There
is no story, Angie. I helped him… and then he helped me.”
    Carina felt color rush to her face.
    “He helped you?” Angie asked. “What
does that mean? Is this some type of sex dream of yours?”
    “No,” Carina said. “Oh, this sounds
so stupid. It’s almost embarrassing. I was carrying groceries and Gray offered
to carry them to my apartment for me. So I let him. Then he left.”
    “Just like that?”
    “Well… he gave me his phone
number.”
    Angie’s mouth fell open. “You have
the phone number for-”
    “ The guitarist from Fallen
Tuesday ,” Carina said. “Yes. I do. I have it. Okay? That was the excitement
of my night.”
    “You’re kidding me, right? You’re
trying to get me worked up.”
    “Why would I joke about that?”
    “Show me the number then.”
    Carina rolled her eyes. She didn’t
feel like arguing with Angie all night, but this had taken her mind off Carina
playing keyboard and singing. Carina pulled the piece of paper with the phone
number on it off the fridge where she had put it. She handed it to the Angie
and smiled.
    “Proof.”
    “Let me call it,” Angie said.
    “Don’t you dare.”
    “Why not? What are you going to do
with it?”
    “I don’t know. He’s in town because
of his brother. He said something about recording.”
    “You should totally call him and
sleep with him.”
    “Just like that?”
    “Yes. That’s a hell of a story to
have.”
    Carina dug into her chocolate chip
cookie dough and took a big mouthful. Her eyes watered as pain rolled through
her head for a few seconds.
    “I’m not talking about it,” Carina
said. “It was just a fun story I wanted to tell you. That’s all.”
    “Seriously?” Angie asked. “You’re
going to leave it at that?”
    “Right now, yes. I have ice cream
to eat and thoughts to think.”
    “You’re such a hermit,” Angie said.
She lunged and grabbed the pint of ice cream from Carina’s hand. “Give me
this.”
    “What the hell?”
    “Play me a song first.”
    “No. I’m tired.”
    “I don’t care. Play a song on that
keyboard. Sing. Open your heart and enjoy yourself.”
    “Hey, I hung out with a rockstar
today,” Carina said. “I’ve done my part of enjoying myself.”
    “Yeah, sure. Come on.”
    Before Carina could protest, Angie
had her hand on Carina’s arm and was pulling her toward the bedroom. Carina
thought about protesting but knew better. She went into the bedroom and Angie
pointed to the keyboard.
    “Do it,” Angie said.
    “I don’t know what to sing,” Carina
said. “I’m not ready.”
    “Nobody is ever ready. They just…
do things. Whatever. Come on. Don’t be like this in front of me.”
    “Fine,” Carina said.
    Her mouth quickly went dry and her
palms began to sweat. It was that instant. There was no reason for Carina to be
afraid to sing in front of Angie. They were friends and none of it mattered. On
the inside though, Carina felt like it was the biggest moment of her life. Even
bigger than meeting a really sexy rockstar in her building.
    Carina sat at the keyboard and
looked over her shoulder. “This is going to piss of the neighbors.”
    “Screw them,” Angie said. “You’re
an artist. Artists work when inspired.”
    “I work at a restaurant,” Carina
said.
    “Yeah, for money. This is your art,
which by the way, could turn into money.”
    “How so?”
    Angie put her hands to her hips.
“You and me.”
    “Us? What about your band?”
    “They’ll be there too, maybe,”
Angie said. “I could manage another band and some gigs. Imagine you and me on
stage…”
    “I’m playing!” Carina called out as
she turned around and faced the keyboard.
    She eyed the notebook in front of
her but decided against it. This wasn't a concert. This was Carina appeasing an
annoying friend… and maybe appeasing herself too.
    Carina