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I nudge her with my elbow and she laughs. “What? If you’re staying here, you’re going to have to hear my opinion.”
“That seems more than fair,” I say. “So what is your opinion? Really?”
“About the clusterfuck you’ve got yourself into? I have no idea,” she replies. “They’re like, all really hot. It just kind of seems like a logistical nightmare?”
“It is such a logistical nightmare,” I tell her. “But that’s not the worst part.”
“What’s the worst part?”
“I keep having to make these awful decisions. Decisions I don’t want to make. They make me feel so shitty.”
“Decisions about what?”
“Decisions that make it seem like I care about one of them more than the others,” I tell her, wringing my hands over my lap. “And like, I don’t. I…don’t know, if we’d had time to negotiate any of this, I think it would have been easier. But there was no time to negotiate. There was only time to run away. I don’t run away, Al.”
“I know. You don’t lose.”
“Right. But in this situation, I feel like I can’t win.”
“Babe, you’ve already won,” she says softly. “If the men downstairs are any indication.”
I roll my eyes, laying my head on her shoulder. “But I haven’t,” I say. “I’m between a rock and a hard place. No matter what, I’m in a losing position here.”
She doesn’t ask me to explain. I have no idea if I would even know how to. “You’re going to be okay,” she says. “That’s what you have us for.”
I don’t protest. When I hear sounds approaching, I know it’s Bryony. She sits on the carpeted floor in front of us, her legs crossed in front of her, her arms on her knees.
“Yes, what she said,” Bryony says.
I laugh. “You have no idea what she said.”
“Whatever she said, I’m sure it was absolutely right,” Bryony says.
“Yeah, I’m always right,” Alana says.
“Sierra will stop by to pick Dee Dee up,” she says.
I’m instantly relieved. “Good. I feel like such a dick.”
“Don’t. We had to get out of there. They made it seem urgent, and anyway, it would’ve taken us forever to find him,” she says. “You know Dee Dee loves Sierra.”
“You’re right. It’s annoying,” I say.
“Kelly is on her way here after work, too,” Bryony says. “In fact, we were thinking we would do something we haven’t done in a very long time.”
“What?”
Bryony and Alana exchange a look. “Guerilla gig,” she says. “We haven’t done that in forever.”
“We don’t have our gear.”
“Right,” Bryony says. “We don’t have our gear. But we’ve rehearsed here plenty of times…”
“And we wouldn’t have to go anywhere,” Alana says. “Just lug the stuff down to the deck and play there. You don’t have your gear but that doesn’t mean we don’t have instruments and stuff.”
“Your instruments?” I ask. “With just your gear?”
“I mean, I have everything,” Alana says, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “And how long has it been since you just shut your brain down and played some music?”
