How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,97
in ten minutes,” Ernie said. “Oh, by the way, Emily… I want you to do a solo show. Just you and the guitar up there. Okay? I can pay you for that one. See what kind of crowd we can get.”
“What?” I asked. “I would never do that without Carla and Faye.”
“I told him to offer it to you,” Carla said.
“You did?”
“You three can talk this out,” Ernie said. “Ten minutes.”
I looked at Carla. “What…”
“You’re the best,” she said. “You need to do this. Like, seriously. You’re going through a lot of shit in life. Music will save you.”
“She’s right,” Faye said. “You really are the best, Emily. Sorry about everything going on.”
“You’re sorry?” I asked. “I’m sorry. I’ve bailed on you two so much lately.”
“Nobody bailed,” Faye said. “We’re friends. We’re always there for each other.”
“I can’t believe this,” I said. “I feel like I’m going to cry…”
“Come on,” Carla said. “Follow us.”
We walked to the stage but went to the side part of it.
There was no real backstage area, just a hidden side part.
There I took my guitar out of my case.
A piece of paper fell to the floor and Carla swiped it up.
“What’s this?” she asked. “A poem about Liam’s dick?”
Carla put the paper back in my guitar case and shut it. “Okay. We’ve got to sing in a few. But here’s my speech… what the fuck are you going to do? Wait around and do nothing? Let this guy slip away? Even if he’s wrong… even if you don’t see yourself with him for the rest of your life… you have to face him. Face it all. Just like you face this stage.”
“And with a broken heart, write more songs,” Faye said. “I mean, if your heart is broken.”
“Even confused,” Carla said.
“I think I get the point,” I said. “Right now, I just want to be Emily, the singer. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“Good,” Carla said. “I’m so happy you’re here. That you showed up.”
“Me too,” I said. “You two mean a lot to me.”
“I thought we were going to have to call Robin,” Faye said. “She’s grumpy as hell right now. She’s got morning sickness all day.”
“Ouch,” I said.
“I hate throwing up,” Carla said.
“Then stop sleeping with Ernie,” Faye teased.
“Be quiet,” Carla said. “I think Ernie is sexy.”
“Sure,” Faye said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Dozer can bench press a car. Big deal. He has no brains.”
“I don’t care about the size of his brains,” Faye said.
“Just make sure he stays away from the steroids,” Carla said. “I heard they can make things smaller.”
“Dozer has a few inches to spare before I lose interest,” Faye said.
I took a deep breath and shook my head.
These were my best friends.
Life was crazy like that.
Ernie’s voice announced us and we walked to the stage.
I felt like everyone was clapping and looking at me.
I looked around at everyone.
I smiled.
I felt tears fill my eyes.
I fought them off.
Tonight, I didn’t need Liam to find my voice.
Chapter Forty-Three
Liam
I shook hands with the interns and told them they were all recommended for a full-time job within the company.
Then I kicked them out of my office with more work to do.
As for me, I was out of there.
I shut my office door and ran from the building like it was on fire.
A car was waiting for me outside and it took me right home.
Home.
What was going to be my former home in a week or so.
Miranda was incapable of having a conversation face to face - or even over the phone - so we spoke through texts. Like we were high school kids.
I found out this morning she was back in Boston.
Which was where she belonged.
Through our texts, we cleared the air.
It felt wrong to do it that way, but Miranda made it impossible to do it any other way.
It also felt wrong to not have Emily by my side.
Calling her, texting her… that wasn’t going to work.
Face it, Emily had been put into a very uncomfortable situation.
Now it was my turn to do the same.
I got changed and poured myself a glass of whiskey.
A little liquid courage to get the pending night going.
I was offering my heart in a way I had never done before.
And I was going to make an ass of myself just to get Emily’s attention.
I pulled the black baseball cap down over my face and stayed hidden.