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"Isn't it cool?" she repeated.
"I guess so," I said, shrugging. "What's it for?"
"She's done three shows at this little bar during happy hour, and apparently she's killing it," Rachel said. "She text me a photo of how packed it was this past weekend, and I got nervous just looking at it. Anyway, they're putting her on stage with one of their rock bands this Saturday to see how she does with their late night crowd. She may end up with her own band and a regular gig."
"I thought she had school and a job with Gretchen." I knew it sounded stupid, but the thought of her singing in a band made me feel jealous for some reason. "And how's she supposed to do anything in Seattle on a regular basis when she's moving to Los Angeles?"
"S he's not moving till December," Rachel said. "That's a lifetime for Brit. It wouldn't surprise me if she recorded an album and toured the whole Northwest before then."
I had to work to school my expression. Hell, I had to work to try to figure out what was going on in my own head at that moment. Part of me thought it was so cool that Brit was making things happen with her music, and the other part of me was slightly unnerved at the thought of her getting all that attention. I knew what the sound of her voice did to me, and I could only imagine hundreds of guys reacting the way I did.
"Do you remember hearing her sing in Portland? She's really good."
Did I remember hearing her sing? What Rachel didn't know was that I'd thought about that song and the kiss that followed quite a few times since it happened. It wasn’t like I was obsessed with her or anything. If that were the case, I would have contacted her by now. It was just that I thought back on that evening with fondness, which surprised me considering I technically didn't care for the girl.
****
It was an outstanding week for our group of friends. The Olympic Trials were held for seven days straight, starting and ending on a Monday. During the morning hours, the swimmers competed in heats. The fastest times in the heats moved to the semi-finals. That was how the beginning of the week went. The finals in each event were held toward the end of the week.
I'd been around swimming for a long time and this meet was by far the largest one I'd ever been to. We had a lot of down time, but it was worth it to experience the races. It was so exiting watching my best friends swim in such a prestigious gathering of athletes.
Was I jealous? Absolutely not. I loved my job, and the choices I'd made in life in general. From time to time I felt nostalgic about swimming competitively, but I never felt bad about not doing it anymore. And let's face it… I wasn't good enough to make it this far, so it wasn't really an option for me. I did love being a spectator, though. Especially because I knew what awesome people these guys were outside the pool.
Guys and girls, I should say since I knew a few of the girls at the trials too. Most of the girls I knew well (including Zoey) didn't make the Olympic team. Sabrina, the girl Ethan messed around with, was the only one of our good friends who made it. She was pretty much a bad ass. She would be swimming in six events next month, which was more than any other athlete on the Olympic team, male or female.
Ethan made sure to threaten my life if I mentioned anything about Sabrina to Emily during this whole Olympic process, or ever for that matter . He was totally whipped. I never thought I'd see the day when Ethan Erickson only had interest in one girl, but here we were. That day was now, the girl was Emily—and my life had officially been threatened if I let it slip about Sabrina. Not that I was scared of Ethan since I could totally take him, but I liked Emily and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Girls get testy when it came to exes, after all.
I couldn't imagine Sabrina not saying something to hint at it, but I didn’t mention that to Ethan. I just promised to keep my mouth shut and he
"I guess so," I said, shrugging. "What's it for?"
"She's done three shows at this little bar during happy hour, and apparently she's killing it," Rachel said. "She text me a photo of how packed it was this past weekend, and I got nervous just looking at it. Anyway, they're putting her on stage with one of their rock bands this Saturday to see how she does with their late night crowd. She may end up with her own band and a regular gig."
"I thought she had school and a job with Gretchen." I knew it sounded stupid, but the thought of her singing in a band made me feel jealous for some reason. "And how's she supposed to do anything in Seattle on a regular basis when she's moving to Los Angeles?"
"S he's not moving till December," Rachel said. "That's a lifetime for Brit. It wouldn't surprise me if she recorded an album and toured the whole Northwest before then."
I had to work to school my expression. Hell, I had to work to try to figure out what was going on in my own head at that moment. Part of me thought it was so cool that Brit was making things happen with her music, and the other part of me was slightly unnerved at the thought of her getting all that attention. I knew what the sound of her voice did to me, and I could only imagine hundreds of guys reacting the way I did.
"Do you remember hearing her sing in Portland? She's really good."
Did I remember hearing her sing? What Rachel didn't know was that I'd thought about that song and the kiss that followed quite a few times since it happened. It wasn’t like I was obsessed with her or anything. If that were the case, I would have contacted her by now. It was just that I thought back on that evening with fondness, which surprised me considering I technically didn't care for the girl.
****
It was an outstanding week for our group of friends. The Olympic Trials were held for seven days straight, starting and ending on a Monday. During the morning hours, the swimmers competed in heats. The fastest times in the heats moved to the semi-finals. That was how the beginning of the week went. The finals in each event were held toward the end of the week.
I'd been around swimming for a long time and this meet was by far the largest one I'd ever been to. We had a lot of down time, but it was worth it to experience the races. It was so exiting watching my best friends swim in such a prestigious gathering of athletes.
Was I jealous? Absolutely not. I loved my job, and the choices I'd made in life in general. From time to time I felt nostalgic about swimming competitively, but I never felt bad about not doing it anymore. And let's face it… I wasn't good enough to make it this far, so it wasn't really an option for me. I did love being a spectator, though. Especially because I knew what awesome people these guys were outside the pool.
Guys and girls, I should say since I knew a few of the girls at the trials too. Most of the girls I knew well (including Zoey) didn't make the Olympic team. Sabrina, the girl Ethan messed around with, was the only one of our good friends who made it. She was pretty much a bad ass. She would be swimming in six events next month, which was more than any other athlete on the Olympic team, male or female.
Ethan made sure to threaten my life if I mentioned anything about Sabrina to Emily during this whole Olympic process, or ever for that matter . He was totally whipped. I never thought I'd see the day when Ethan Erickson only had interest in one girl, but here we were. That day was now, the girl was Emily—and my life had officially been threatened if I let it slip about Sabrina. Not that I was scared of Ethan since I could totally take him, but I liked Emily and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Girls get testy when it came to exes, after all.
I couldn't imagine Sabrina not saying something to hint at it, but I didn’t mention that to Ethan. I just promised to keep my mouth shut and he
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