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mouth to say yes.
Then she remembered her responsibilities.
But before she could bring them up, Kat said, “Don’t worry about the studio. I can cover all your shifts.”
“Are you sure?” Because that would be … awesome.
“Am I sure?” Kat’s eyes went wide with unbelief. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s not like we’re getting that many hours anyway. Win-win situation here.”
“Wow. Just … wow.” Lacy’s mind raced. Could she really do this? On such short notice? She had a couple of gigs scattered through the next month but nothing she couldn’t easily cancel. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all. Touring with a band as up-and-coming as the Blue Hills could make her own career. And living and breathing music again—gah, she needed that like peanut butter needed jelly. Really, there was almost nothing that would be worth her not taking the job.
Except.
Dammit.
Andy.
Andy had made it clear that Lacy was the only thing getting her through the wedding plans. Of course she didn’t really need Lacy, but she wasn’t so sure her sister realized that. And if she didn’t, and Lacy left, then Andy would be pissed and her whole wedding would be ruined.
Or maybe Lacy was just used to feeling like Andy needed her. But did she really? There had been a time when she had. When she was out of a job and out of a home. But now she had an amazing job and a man she loved and, actually, Andy was doing just fine.
And if anyone would understand that this tour was an amazing opportunity, it would be Andy. She had been Lacy’s biggest fan since her first ukulele at age three, rocking out to “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
“Well?” Kat prodded. “Don’t leave me hanging!”
“Yes,” Lacy said with as much excitement and thrill and trepidation as when she’d said the same word to Lance. “I’ll do it. Thank you, Kat!”
After a phone call with the Blue Hills’ manager to work out details and another twenty minutes of squealing and celebrating with Kat, Lacy left for home to pack. She was so excited that she almost splurged and took a cab. Then she remembered that would only get her to her apartment sooner … and to Andy. So she decided to take the train.
She needed time to decide how to break the news.
* * *
“No way,” Andy said from the doorway, her worried look overtaking her features. “No. You’re not going. You aren’t ready.”
“What, are you my mother?” After a half bottle of wine and three of her favorite truffles, Lacy had thought Andy would be more amiable to the idea of her going on tour. Her old tricks had seemingly lost their effect. Damn Tim and his strong-arm (strong-drink?) ways. He’d ruined all other methods of persuasion.
So there would be no persuasion. She understood. It hadn’t been that long since Andy had been able to stop reminding Lacy to do basic things, like shower.
So she’d just have to show her.
A ping from her open Internet browser distracted her and she stopped there on her way to her closet, hoping it was Folx It was nearly midnight, but he’d told her he would be on later than usual for the next while. She knew he was touring. It felt right that they were both touring at the same time.
Hey, you.
It was him. With an uncontainable smile, Lacy typed, Hey! I have good news!
“No, I’m not your mother,” Andy said, coming into the bedroom. “But apparently I’m the voice of reason at the moment.”
The smile disappeared from Lacy’s face. How could she convince her sister that a hint of Old Lacy was finally pushing through, when she’d been so poorly pretending the same for so long?
Another ping. News? What kind of news?
God, she wanted to tell him. Tell him all of it. Especially with Andy being so overprotective. Lacy needed Folx’s support. But the silly site rules said she couldn’t. They’d already crossed the line when he admitted to being on tour. Then a million more lines when they disclosed their ages and
Then she remembered her responsibilities.
But before she could bring them up, Kat said, “Don’t worry about the studio. I can cover all your shifts.”
“Are you sure?” Because that would be … awesome.
“Am I sure?” Kat’s eyes went wide with unbelief. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s not like we’re getting that many hours anyway. Win-win situation here.”
“Wow. Just … wow.” Lacy’s mind raced. Could she really do this? On such short notice? She had a couple of gigs scattered through the next month but nothing she couldn’t easily cancel. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all. Touring with a band as up-and-coming as the Blue Hills could make her own career. And living and breathing music again—gah, she needed that like peanut butter needed jelly. Really, there was almost nothing that would be worth her not taking the job.
Except.
Dammit.
Andy.
Andy had made it clear that Lacy was the only thing getting her through the wedding plans. Of course she didn’t really need Lacy, but she wasn’t so sure her sister realized that. And if she didn’t, and Lacy left, then Andy would be pissed and her whole wedding would be ruined.
Or maybe Lacy was just used to feeling like Andy needed her. But did she really? There had been a time when she had. When she was out of a job and out of a home. But now she had an amazing job and a man she loved and, actually, Andy was doing just fine.
And if anyone would understand that this tour was an amazing opportunity, it would be Andy. She had been Lacy’s biggest fan since her first ukulele at age three, rocking out to “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
“Well?” Kat prodded. “Don’t leave me hanging!”
“Yes,” Lacy said with as much excitement and thrill and trepidation as when she’d said the same word to Lance. “I’ll do it. Thank you, Kat!”
After a phone call with the Blue Hills’ manager to work out details and another twenty minutes of squealing and celebrating with Kat, Lacy left for home to pack. She was so excited that she almost splurged and took a cab. Then she remembered that would only get her to her apartment sooner … and to Andy. So she decided to take the train.
She needed time to decide how to break the news.
* * *
“No way,” Andy said from the doorway, her worried look overtaking her features. “No. You’re not going. You aren’t ready.”
“What, are you my mother?” After a half bottle of wine and three of her favorite truffles, Lacy had thought Andy would be more amiable to the idea of her going on tour. Her old tricks had seemingly lost their effect. Damn Tim and his strong-arm (strong-drink?) ways. He’d ruined all other methods of persuasion.
So there would be no persuasion. She understood. It hadn’t been that long since Andy had been able to stop reminding Lacy to do basic things, like shower.
So she’d just have to show her.
A ping from her open Internet browser distracted her and she stopped there on her way to her closet, hoping it was Folx It was nearly midnight, but he’d told her he would be on later than usual for the next while. She knew he was touring. It felt right that they were both touring at the same time.
Hey, you.
It was him. With an uncontainable smile, Lacy typed, Hey! I have good news!
“No, I’m not your mother,” Andy said, coming into the bedroom. “But apparently I’m the voice of reason at the moment.”
The smile disappeared from Lacy’s face. How could she convince her sister that a hint of Old Lacy was finally pushing through, when she’d been so poorly pretending the same for so long?
Another ping. News? What kind of news?
God, she wanted to tell him. Tell him all of it. Especially with Andy being so overprotective. Lacy needed Folx’s support. But the silly site rules said she couldn’t. They’d already crossed the line when he admitted to being on tour. Then a million more lines when they disclosed their ages and
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