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eyebrows as she sipped her ginger ale.
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Wicked girl. Reaching across the table, Eric swatted her ear and laughed.
Respect your elders, young lady!
Narrowly avoiding her glass, Savannah swatted him in turn. The moment her
fingers touched his soft blond hair, she was transported to the previous night, falling
asleep while petting him like a puppy. She didn t need to look in a mirror to know the
cocky smile had fallen from her face. It was obvious from the way he was looking at
her like, if there hadn t been a table between them, he would have swept her into his
arms and kissed her until her clothes fell off.
Savannah pulled back. She quickly grabbed her ginger ale, brought the straw to
her mouth, and sipped while Eric looked out across Kingsley s pub. In an instant, his
eyes brightened. Hey, look! It s Stacy!
Though Eric waved both hands above his head to get his daughter s attention,
Savannah didn t turn around. Where is she?
She can t see me from way over here. Eric pointed toward the stage. Look,
she s helping the band get organized? Isn t this exciting? My daughter s a roadie!
Only a father could be so proud of his daughter for lending a hand to an unknown
garage band in a dirty little pub. Savannah still couldn t bring herself to look. Stacy was
probably up there canoodling with Dread Head. The very idea made her dizzy.
How could she sit across from the very handsome Eric and be jealous that Stacy
was over there stealing Chris from her? First of all, Chris was just another idealistic
college boy. There were plenty like him. Sure, he possessed some intangible quality
Savannah found immensely alluring, but she could actually put her fingers on all the
personal characteristics she found charming in Eric. Eric had sparkling blue eyes, great
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hair, a magnificent body which she d already seen naked and he was generous,
intelligent, funny, and had the kind of job Savannah believed in. Not just that, but they
shared the same taste in food and television!
Oh, look, look! Eric whispered, pointing to the stage. Stacy s up there!
Savannah turned around just in time to catch Stacy s eye. Her pixie face alighted
and she waved before wrapping her hand around the microphone. Hey, everybody!
Thanks for coming out tonight. Kingsley s has been kind enough to let me introduce a
great new band called Circle Six. I listened in on their rehearsal this afternoon and,
wow, they are amazing. You re going to love them. Trust me. So, I m just going to get
out of the way and let them do their thing.
When Stacy slipped out from behind the microphone to climb down from the
stage, Savannah bit down on her straw. No wonder she couldn t find that damn Sailor
Moon shirt Stacy was wearing it! And it looked damn good on her, too. Savannah had
to sigh. What difference did it make now? She d rather impress Eric than Chris, and
anyway, the shirt fit tiny little Stacy much better than it would have fit her. With
Savannah s big boobs underneath it, the cartoon character would have looked like a
lop-sided bobble-head.
As Stacy took a seat right beside the stage, their waitress came around to deliver
two salmon wraps and heaps of fries. Savannah had to peek around the waitress to see
a mousy girl with long brown hair approach the microphone. Bringing her hair forward to
cover her eyes, she said, I get nervous in front of crowds, so I m just going to hide back
here.
Aww, Eric whispered. Poor thing, hiding behind her hair...
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I didn t know there was a girl in the band, Savannah said, more to herself than
to Eric.
It was their waitress who responded. She s got a really pretty voice, but she has,
like, anxiety attacks about singing in public.
For some reason, Savannah had thought Chris was the band s lead singer.
Maybe because he d mentioned songwriting when they spoke. But no, Chris stood
stage left of the mousy girl and backed her up on the violin as a nerdy-looking Asian guy
generated atmospheric percussive sounds from a laptop.
Bands sure have changed since I was young, Eric whispered as he lifted his
salmon wrap to his mouth.
Savannah didn t respond right away. The music was so captivating she didn t
even want to chew while the band played. And that waitress was right damn, that girl
could sing! Savannah couldn t exactly make out the lyrics, but the sound of her voice
was entrancing. She watched Chris play, though the girl with the long hair largely
blocked her view of him. He looked really into the music, like every ounce of his energy
was going into producing this wonderful sound.
What kind of music would you call this? Eric asked between bites of salmon
wrap.
Savannah hadn t even looked at her dinner yet. She spritzed her fries with malt
vinegar before popping a few in her mouth. She didn t feel right about talking while the
band was playing, and so she waited until their first song was done before answering. I
guess you could call this Trip Hop. It s almost ambient, but not quite. I think of ambient
music as not having lyrics.
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Do you like it? he asked her.
Even with a mouthful of fries, Savannah nodded vigorously. Yeah. Oh my god, I
totally do. I thought they d be some stupid grunge revival band, but I love music like
this. She d already taken a bite of her salmon wrap before realizing she should ask,
Do you like it?
His voice was high and wavering when he answered, and that made Savannah
think he was probably lying. Yeah, it s very& mesmerizing. I usually prefer music with a
stronger beat, but this is nice.
Chris was now at the microphone introducing the next song. As much as she
wanted to listen to what he was saying, she just couldn t let herself. You seem like the
kind of person who would like classical music, she said, to block out Chris voice.
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