We chatted for a while and I positioned myself so that I could see Kim as she spoke with her friends. Whatever she talked about had her going. Her cheeks were bright red and her delicate hands mimicked catching a large bass. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall of that conversation.
“Remember that time you peed your bed in third grade?” Wes said loudly.
I blinked my attention back to him. “What?”
“You are listening. Just checking.”
“I didn’t pee my bed. That was you, dumbass.”
He shrugged. “I see your Kim is here. That’s a strange coincidence.”
I frowned. “Not mine. Don’t talk like that, or I will have her come over and lecture you on people being treated as property.”
He shuddered. “I learned my lesson the first time. Still. I can’t help but think maybe you aren’t being honest about your feelings for her.”
The label of my beer sat in a pile of strips. “She isn’t what I expected.”
“In a good way?”
“I’m not sure. She seems to be two different people. Christine at work and then Kim at my house. Christine is the ideal musician; prompt and dedicated. But Kim is funny. So funny. And she’s just so open. And talented. I knew she was. But I had forgotten how much power there was in her playing.”
Wes raised his eyebrows and took a long pull from his beer. “Have you told her any of that?”
“God, no.”
“Why?”
I just shook my head. My feelings for Kim were complicated. I settled on. “I’m her conductor.”
He nodded. “I get it. You want to make it through the season without being fired. Still… You could show her that there is more to you than the masked-man schtick.”
I glared up at him.
“You obviously like her but don’t want to screw up. I get it. So let it be her choice. I’m not trying to make you cross any lines, but don’t forget the ultimate secret weapon at your disposal.”
“Secret weapon?”
“For wooing!” he said and slapped the table. “Come on man, you know you have a super-power.”
“With great power comes great responsibility,” I grumbled into my glass before I gulped down the rest of my beer. My hands started to shake. A very bad idea was settling in.
“Talents are wasted on nerds. One song,” he said. “It’ll be fun.”
My heart started hammering. Going on stage … people watching …
“Lay off me,” I snapped.
“Don’t do that,” Wes said, completely unfazed. “Don’t get pissy with me because you don’t like what I’m saying.”
I crossed my arms tight and my foot tapped wildly.
He shook his head at me. “I forget how shy you are.”
“I’m not shy.” Shy wasn’t the right word. It was more than that. “Not everybody can charm a salesman out of his wallet.”
“I can’t turn it off,” he said. “Do what you want, but don’t be an idiot.”
“Rich, coming from you.”
