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“What was he like?” she asks and props her chin up with her hand, looking at me intently, but I don’t get the sense that she is trying to pry, just that she’s interested in her friend. Some people don’t pay attention to the tabloids.
I think for a minute. “Same as he is now, I guess.”
“I doubt that,” Greta snorts.
“No, I guess not.” I’m not sure what Wade is like at school, but going by the way he dresses, he must be very serious about his academics. Maybe he is a totally different person when he’s not around me.
We both look at Wade on stage, singing his drunken heart out and we both laugh.
“Seriously though, what was it like?” Greta asks me.
“What was what like?” I don’t mind talking to her, but I’m not sure what she wants to know.
“Being the only girl in a band,” she prods me.
I think about it for a moment before replying, “Isolating.”
Greta sits back taking in my words, and then looks at me thoughtfully. “There are not a lot of women in rock ’n roll. The ones that are, I imagine, have to contend with a sea of men who don’t validate how hard you work.”
I think I like this girl.
“It is definitely a man’s world,” I say, but I am working to change that. There have always been managers, club owners, even roadies who don’t respect me or the other female artists, and it can be a lot to contend with. “But I did love being able to create something that people connect with,” I continue, propping my chin up with the back of my hand.
“I’m just glad to finally be done with school so I can be out in the world.” She expands her arms wide as if she’s opening a curtain and entering a room.
“What did you study in school?” I ask.
“My degree is in Women’s Studies with a minor in Communications,” Greta says proudly.
I’m impressed. “What kind of job do you get with that degree?” I love the fact that she’s committed, but I wonder how many jobs would require such a degree.
“Have you been talking to my parents?” she scoffs.
“I take it they don’t agree with your choices,” I ask her, taking a sip of my drink. The citrus taste overpowers the alcohol which is dangerous.
“That’s an understatement.” She rolls her eyes. “I want to make a difference in the world. I thought about joining the Peace Corps, but I’m not sure that’s right for me.”
“I think that’s admirable.”
“They worry about me supporting myself, but I keep telling them it’s not about the money as long as I love what I do,” she explains. “What you said earlier about being able to create something that connects people… that’s what I want to be a part of.” Her eyes grow big and her brown hues gleam in the low light of the bar. “I want an adventure.”
I look at Greta and she reminds me of me, wanting to get out in the world and have an adventure.
“Do you have a job lined up after graduation?” I ask curiously.
Greta laughs. “I’ve been working at a local women’s shelter, but that doesn’t count because they don’t pay me. Plus, there aren’t a lot of jobs that require a degree in feminism,” she says playfully. “I guess I’ll just have to figure something out.”
I pull out my business card and slide it across the table. “Yes, there are.”
Greta looks at me, astonished, and holds the card up to her face. “Dark Angel Publishing,” she says out loud, and then looks at me skeptically.
“I need an assistant,” I tell her, “If you’re interested.”
Greta looks at the card and then back at me.
“You’d have to move to L.A,” I explain.
“You mean I don’t have to live with my parents and their judgment anymore?” Greta asks, smiling broadly.
