or something? Like I really gave a damn what he did. It was his life. It was his dick.
“What did they change?” Sasha asked.
I smiled. “I can’t tell you. They just adjusted parts of the song. That’s it.”
“Then what happened?”
The song sounded much better. Toward the end, Reed walked off the stage to go be with one of his Line Whores. He was trying to get me jealous. I was going to leave but then I noticed this bitch wasn’t wearing a bra. So I walked up to her and pushed up her boobs and told her to wear a bra.
“Then it was over,” I said.
“Over?” Rae asked.
“Yeah. The band called it a day after that. We all went our own ways. Toby - the manager - walked us outside. He said he would be in touch about studio time. I’m thinking that’s maybe tomorrow. The day after. I don’t know. I just have to wait and see.”
“That’s so amazing,” Sasha said. “You really did it, Abby. You auditioned and got the gig. This is huge.”
“It’s one song,” I said.
“But it’s FILTHY LINE,” Rae said.
“Yeah, Abby, it’s FILTHY LINE,” Jess said.
“Here, let’s toast to Abby,” Sasha said. She lifted her glass. “I don’t care if it’s one song. This is awesome. Congrats.”
They lifted their glasses.
I lifted mine.
“Um… seriously though… thank you for being supportive. I wish all four of us were there right now. I hate that it’s just me. I don’t feel-”
“Give it up,” Jess said. “You’re the best singer in our group. You deserve it. Just don’t sleep with any of the band members.”
My face burned red hot.
“Screw that,” Rae said. “Sleep with them all!”
We touched our glasses and I felt Jess grinning at me.
I hurried to down my drink and nodded to Sasha for another one.
I might as well celebrate, right?
I survived my first day being near Reed.
Text me ur address. I wanna punch you in the face again.
“What did you just do?” Jess asked me.
I had reached the point of drunk where I was sloppy.
We had intentions of feeling good and finding some men to hang out with. Which Rae and Sasha went off to do.
They were at the bar, scoring free drinks and glances down their shirts.
I was fucking up Jess’s night though.
I knew that because she only ever smoked one cigarette at a time. She had a thing about her timing with them. It was her way of telling herself she could quit if she wanted to. But when Jess smoked one cigarette after another, she was upset.
Now she was finishing her third cigarette.
That meant she was pissed at me.
I had gone too far with the drinks.
I was now the annoying friend who was going to say or do something stupid and ruin the night.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said.
I hurried to get a ride.
A few clicks on my phone and someone named Josh was now picking me up.
“There,” I said. “I’m leaving.”
“You’re not leaving, Abby,” Jess said.
“I drank too much.”
“Yeah, you kind of did. Today didn’t go so well, did it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You never told me who it was,” Jess said. “You always said you were involved with a rock star. Were you two in love? What was it?”
“Love?” I asked. I laughed. “Never. Not a chance in hell, Jess. He was a piece of shit. Always a piece of shit.”
“Okay, Abby,” she said. “Why don’t I take you home?”
“You’re drunk too.”
“I’m not drunk. I can drive you home.”
“There’s men in there. And you’re sexy.”
“You can call me sexy when we get home,” Jess said.
“I got a ride home,” I said.
I showed her my phone.
“Shit,” Jess said. “He’ll be here in a minute.”
“See? Boom. Right home.”
“I’m waiting with you.”
Which Jess did.
A black car pulled up.
Jess confirmed that the driver’s name was Josh.
I hugged her and told her in a way too loud drunk voice to go get laid.
I climbed into the backseat of the car.
Josh introduced himself and started to drive.
I stared at my phone.
Never mind that text. Wrong person.
That was probably worse than the first text.
So I sent another one.
Forget that one too. Forget me.
I cringed after I sent it.
There was a small part of my mind that was sane and sober, begging the rest of my mind to just stop.
Then came a reply.
I gasped when I saw the message pop up.
Are you drunk, honey?
I didn’t reply.
I put the phone next to me.
My phone vibrated again.
Then again.
I glanced down at it.
I gasped again.
It was an address.
I was drunk… and I was going