Unless they boys found someone inside the industry, which didn’t seem likely, she didn’t know how they would meet anyone special. They needed to be with young people their own age on an equal playing field.
“You know, on Saturday we’l be going back though that area.” She watched him and waited for his reaction.
“Realy? Do you think we can stop? I’d love to check out that area some more.”
“I bet you would,” she said.
“What?” He feigned innocence.
Karen almost laughed at his nonchalance. “I was just agreeing with you.” She tried to control the smirk on her face. “But, yes, I think we can stop.”
Her cel phone rang. She stood to go answer it. “By the way, what’s the name of your new song?”
“Angel Kisses.”
She hid a smile and left Peter to his music.
# # #
Libby knocked on Miss Orman’s open door, desperate to get her help.
“Hey, Libby, I haven’t seen you for a while. How are you doing?” A half sandwich, a container of yogurt and an apple sat on the desk near her keyboard.
“Good, thanks.” Libby scanned the cramped office, as she tried to get up the nerve to ask.
Miss Orman smiled at her knowingly. “Is there something in particular I can help you with?”
“Actualy yes.” She eyed Miss Orman’s PC, and twisted the pendant she always wore. “I need to use a computer.”
“Why don’t you use the computer lab after school?”
“I can’t do it before or after school, I ride the bus. And there’s a class in the computer lab during my lunch.” Libby offered her best pathetic, begging look.
Miss Orman seemed to consider her decision. “I take it this is very important to you?”
Libby nodded and held her breath. She needed to get back on the internet and check out some of the Peter Jamieson sites.
“Wel I suppose I could actualy go to the lounge and eat lunch for a change, instead of making a mess out of my office.” She glanced sideways at Libby. “Would right now be a good time?” Libby nodded again, bringing a smile to Miss Orman’s face.
“Tel you what, I’l make you a deal. You sel tickets for the Friday footbal game fan bus tomorrow during lunch and I’l clear out right now.”
“Done,” she blurted. Even though she hated the idea of sitting alone at a table in the commons al through lunch, she’d agree to anything to get on Miss Orman’s computer.
“Alright, let me log off. We can’t let the secret inner workings of the school leak out,” she teased as her fingers clicked on the keyboard to save and close files.
Libby’s toe tapped as she anticipated computer time alone with Peter. Miss Orman grinned at her as she tidied the area around her keyboard and picked up her lunch items.
“I should be able to give you a good thirty minutes. Wil that work?”
“Thank you, I can’t tel you how much this means to me.” Libby wanted to hug her, but wished she’d hurry up.
“No problem, have fun.” She moved past Libby to the door then turned back. “By the way, no porn sites.”
“Okay, if you insist.” Libby said with a smile.
Once Miss Orman left, Libby nudged the door partly closed to discourage anyone from dropping in. She eased into the counselor’s chair, enjoying the comfort.
This time she didn’t hesitate. She brought up the search engine, typed Peter’s name and hit enter. Bingo! The sight of his face on the screen filed her with so much joy she could barely contain herself.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She squealed and stamped her feet.
Immediately immersed in a world of Peter and the group caled Jamieson, she went from one site to another soaking up every word and photo. Jamieson was huge. They’d performed everywhere including major sporting events, talk shows and award shows. Peter must think she lived under a rock, which was sort of true.
The time flew by so fast, she couldn’t believe how soon Miss Orman returned. Libby’s face must have shown disappointment, as she held the mouse about to click on a site with Jamieson’s newest release.
“I guess I came back too soon.”
“Has it realy been a half hour?” She felt desperate to hear his voice again.
“It’s been forty minutes. Didn’t you hear the bel ring?”
“Oh my gosh, no.” Her head jerked up to check the wal clock, confirming the late time. “I guess I better get going.” She hated to do it, but she clicked the window closed, so Miss Orman wouldn’t see what she’d been looking at--the official Jamieson site,