Janet turns to the camera. “Well, that wraps up our interview with Storm Valentine. Ashes and Embers newest CD comes out next month, and the band will be touring in the spring.”
Well, at least he didn’t call me annoying and he made me sound much more flattering. Way to do damage control, Storm.
My phone beeps with a text message alert.
Storm: Can I call you?
Me: Why?
Storm: For fucks sake. You argue in text, too?
Me: We have nothing to talk about. Just thank you for paying for my car. I will pay you back.
Storm: No. It’s nothing. Is Michael there? I want to talk to you
Me: He’s at work.
My phone rings. Grrr.
“Hello?” I always feel stupid saying hello when I can see who is calling on the ID.
“Did you like my interview?”
“Yes, that one was much better. Especially you blowing vapor into her face. When did you start smoking e-cigs? Those would have been much more convenient while we were stuck in your truck, don’t ya think?”
“So fucking true. I just started them yesterday. I’m gonna try to quit smoking. These are way more fun. I can smoke anywhere.”
I close my eyes and slowly shake my head. “Thank you for paying for my car. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Stop. I wanted to. As you now know, I have money. I can throw a few thousand at a friend. It’s not going to hurt me.”
“Well, I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Storm, we really shouldn’t be talking. I feel really shitty about what happened between us. I need to focus on Michael. I’m sorry.”
“You never answered my question.”