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typed. And her response appeared. Like Sleepless in Seattle? Meet on New Year’s on top of the Empire State Building? But not on the Empire cuz I’m afraid of heights.
Sleepless in Seattle. No band reference, but a great soundtrack. And I know about the heights. See? This wasn’t ridiculous. They’d already shared enough details for him to know these random things about her. And not New Year’s—that’s too far away. His tour lasted only two months, but he didn’t want to get in the way of her recording. When had she said that was happening? Ten weeks. He’d add a month to his own commitment to cover hers. Christmas Eve. Three months from now.
I have a thing on Christmas Eve. There was a pause in her typing. But if you would want to come as my date.… It’s formal and would require a tux so I’d understand if that doesn’t work.
I’ll rent a tux. A formal first date would give him extra points with her, and he wanted all the points he could get. Besides, it would be easier to get away from his mom and her sisters and their total holiday extravaganza if he had an official type of place to be.
Cool. It’s a date. I’ll give you more details when we’re closer. In the meantime?
In the meantime he’d keep holding onto her like he had been. How long had it been since he’d looked at another woman? How long since he’d shared a meaningful glance? Except for the chick in the crowd at the show the other night, it had been a while. Because he already thought of himself as weirdly “with” LoveCoda.
He couldn’t quite say, I think of you as my kind-of girlfriend . He didn’t want to scare her off, after all.
He thought carefully before entering his response. We meet here online. Like we do. No commitment. Just friends with the promise of a possible more.
Ha. A possible more. There’s a song in that …
WRITE IT.
So Love might be blocked, but she still saw music in her surroundings. Saw music in their relationship. As if she were meant for him, sight unseen.
His screen was quiet for long moments. Eli began to wonder if Love really had gone off to spin a lyric. Or maybe she’d gone to the bathroom or to get a snack. Or the moderators had cut her account, which was unlikely since her icon was still lit up.
Or, maybe things were going to be awkward between them now. God, please don’t let that be the case. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He poised his hands above the keys to say something— anything —to reestablish their natural repartee.
But before he could think of something witty yet light, he saw the dots indicating she was typing.
How did we not even include Spinal Tap? We have failed.
And his worrying was over.
Chapter Seven
Lacy side-eyed the calendar as she signed off on her time card and didn’t know whether to frown or smile. Each day that passed was one day closer to Andy’s wedding, which meant one day closer to her date with Folx. Perhaps it had been an odd day to choose to meet him, but he’d chosen Christmas Eve first. When he’d said it—typed it—it felt right. She had a feeling she’d prefer having a date among all the Andy/Blake love, so why not with Folx?
Of course she hadn’t explained to him that it was a wedding. She didn’t want the mods to see, for one, but also, she was afraid the word might sound scary. Weddings as dates were for serious relationships. Somehow, though, she didn’t think he would be scared by it so much as she was scared to say it. Anyway, he’d find out soon enough.
But also, each day that passed was another day closer to her studio session. Another day without a song written. She had only nine weeks left to pull this record out of thin air. At what point should she admit it to Darrin so he could book the studio time with another, paying, customer?
Not yet , she told herself. But really the words were Folx’s. She knew it was what he’d tell her. Not yet. Don’t give up yet.
For that matter, Lance would have said the same
Sleepless in Seattle. No band reference, but a great soundtrack. And I know about the heights. See? This wasn’t ridiculous. They’d already shared enough details for him to know these random things about her. And not New Year’s—that’s too far away. His tour lasted only two months, but he didn’t want to get in the way of her recording. When had she said that was happening? Ten weeks. He’d add a month to his own commitment to cover hers. Christmas Eve. Three months from now.
I have a thing on Christmas Eve. There was a pause in her typing. But if you would want to come as my date.… It’s formal and would require a tux so I’d understand if that doesn’t work.
I’ll rent a tux. A formal first date would give him extra points with her, and he wanted all the points he could get. Besides, it would be easier to get away from his mom and her sisters and their total holiday extravaganza if he had an official type of place to be.
Cool. It’s a date. I’ll give you more details when we’re closer. In the meantime?
In the meantime he’d keep holding onto her like he had been. How long had it been since he’d looked at another woman? How long since he’d shared a meaningful glance? Except for the chick in the crowd at the show the other night, it had been a while. Because he already thought of himself as weirdly “with” LoveCoda.
He couldn’t quite say, I think of you as my kind-of girlfriend . He didn’t want to scare her off, after all.
He thought carefully before entering his response. We meet here online. Like we do. No commitment. Just friends with the promise of a possible more.
Ha. A possible more. There’s a song in that …
WRITE IT.
So Love might be blocked, but she still saw music in her surroundings. Saw music in their relationship. As if she were meant for him, sight unseen.
His screen was quiet for long moments. Eli began to wonder if Love really had gone off to spin a lyric. Or maybe she’d gone to the bathroom or to get a snack. Or the moderators had cut her account, which was unlikely since her icon was still lit up.
Or, maybe things were going to be awkward between them now. God, please don’t let that be the case. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He poised his hands above the keys to say something— anything —to reestablish their natural repartee.
But before he could think of something witty yet light, he saw the dots indicating she was typing.
How did we not even include Spinal Tap? We have failed.
And his worrying was over.
Chapter Seven
Lacy side-eyed the calendar as she signed off on her time card and didn’t know whether to frown or smile. Each day that passed was one day closer to Andy’s wedding, which meant one day closer to her date with Folx. Perhaps it had been an odd day to choose to meet him, but he’d chosen Christmas Eve first. When he’d said it—typed it—it felt right. She had a feeling she’d prefer having a date among all the Andy/Blake love, so why not with Folx?
Of course she hadn’t explained to him that it was a wedding. She didn’t want the mods to see, for one, but also, she was afraid the word might sound scary. Weddings as dates were for serious relationships. Somehow, though, she didn’t think he would be scared by it so much as she was scared to say it. Anyway, he’d find out soon enough.
But also, each day that passed was another day closer to her studio session. Another day without a song written. She had only nine weeks left to pull this record out of thin air. At what point should she admit it to Darrin so he could book the studio time with another, paying, customer?
Not yet , she told herself. But really the words were Folx’s. She knew it was what he’d tell her. Not yet. Don’t give up yet.
For that matter, Lance would have said the same
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