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home?”
    â€œNo,” he says without any hesitation.
    I sigh. Great. Now they’ll be worried about him, and my absence will be even more obvious.
    I look over at my lanky brother and see him eyeing the even lankier Michael. I guess I’d better go ahead and introduce them.
    â€œWes, this is Michael. Michael, Wes. Wes is my brother,” I say, not bothering to further elaborate on my relationship to Michael.
    Not that Wes doesn’t pick up on that. “Her twin brother,” he says, in an oddly menacing voice.
    â€œOh, really?” Michael says, shaking Wes’s hand. “Cool. Twins.” He looks back and forth between us for a second. “You don’t . . .”
    â€œLook alike?” Wes butts in. “Yeah, we know.”
    Michael gives an easy grin. “Well, no. You don’t. But I’m guessing that’s because Cora looks better in a dress.”
    I sputter out a laugh. Wes seems less amused. I can already see that obnoxious-protective brother glaze taking over his eyes. “Wait, how do you guys know each other again?”
    â€œOh, from around,” I say just as Michael chirps in with “We met at the medical tents.”
    Wes’s scrutiny turns solely to me. “Oh, great. Another doctor wannabe, Cora?”
    â€œNo.” I scowl. “He’s just a music . . . person. Like a friend.”
    â€œA music friend? What does that mean?”
    â€œIt means . . .” I honestly have no idea. But luckily I’m saved from the rest of the embarrassing conversation by our Australian buddy.
    â€œNo point standing around here anymore, mates.” Yes, he actually says “mates.” “They are all out of food.”
    â€œWait, what?” Michael says. “Are you serious?”
    â€œâ€™Fraid so,” says Nate. And sure enough, the line is dispersing with a lot of grumbles and talk of what to do to feed starving bellies.
    â€œWow,” I say, pretty stunned.
    â€œWow,” Wes echoes.
    â€œWell,” Michael says slowly. “At least now I’m beginning to see the twin thing.”

chapter 20
    Michael
    I’m not feeling so hot. Kind of floaty and light-headed. I look wistfully at the useless food tents. It really has been forever since I’ve eaten. Was it a banana I had this morning? And some tea?
    I see Cora looking at me with nursely concern. “We could go back to my place,” she offers. “I’m sure my parents could add one for dinner.”
    She sounds unsure and I hear her brother snort lightly.
    It’s very sweet of her but, to be honest, I didn’t come all this way to miss the concert and sit down with some random chick’s parents. I’ve never even had dinner with Amanda’s parents.
    I plaster on a smile. “Nah. I’ll be fine,” I say, and then look out over in the direction of the music. “Let’s go get closer to the stage?”
    Cora hesitates and for a second I’m sure she’s going to say no. Instead, she looks over at her brother. “See you later,” she says to him, before turning to me and cocking her head toward the sound of a piano.
    â€œDon’t forget your curfew,” Wes grumbles behind us.
    â€œThanks, Dad ,” Cora says, before rolling her eyes at me. I smile as we walk down the hill, where the stage sits like Glinda’s bubble from The Wizard of Oz , pulsating magic.
    â€œSorry about Wes,” Cora says. “Sometimes he just gets overprotective. Twin brother thing or something.”
    â€œNo problem,” I say.
    â€œHe gets weird around me and guys. Never liked Ned either . . .” She trails off.
    It’s cool. I really don’t need to know this girl’s whole story. “Is Ned the guy from before? The guy with the glasses?” But apparently my mouth doesn’t feel the same way.
    â€œYeah,” Cora says, looking straight ahead and sort of shrinking into herself. Maybe