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“Give me time to find the perfect home for your show.”
“Right.”
“I mean it, Dahlia. You’re talented, and once the dust settles, people will be begging to work with you.”
I appreciate her vote of confidence, but the catastrophizer in me is questioning if anyone in the industry will touch me with a ten-foot mic pole after all this drama.
This is your anxiety talking. I try to reason with myself.
Is it, or am I being realistic after losing the deal because of Oliver?
“I’ve got to go.” I hang up the call and walk away from the festival. Almost all the businesses in town are closed except for one.
Last Call.
Making a choice between crying my eyes out or heading to the bar is a no-brainer, although I’m sure I’ll regret my decision later.
You’re not supposed to numb your depression with alcohol.
Tomorrow, I plan on confronting my feelings, but today, I need a break. Plus, a few drinks won’t send me into a downward spiral.
Or so I hope.
The smell of stale beer makes my nose twitch, but I ignore it as I drop onto a stool across from the bar owner. “Hey, Henry.”
“Dahlia? What are you doing here?”
“Getting a drink.”
His brows scrunch together. “Are you okay?”
“I will be once you pour me a shot of tequila.” I reach for my purse, only to remember I left it back at the booth. “Shit. I forgot my purse.”
“I got you.” A guy from across the bar lifts his glass of brown liquor in my direction.
I frown. “And who are you?”
“Depends on who is asking.”
I look around the empty dive bar.
His lips twitch. “Lorenzo. You?”
“Someone who isn’t interested in talking.”
Henry snorts as he grabs an empty shot glass and fills it up to the top with tequila. “It’s on the house.”
“I’ll come back and pay you tomorrow.”
“I know you’re good for it.”
I reach for the glass and knock it back. The alcohol blazes a burning trail down my throat, helping with the anger.
My phone vibrates throughout the next hour from incoming texts from Julian.
SECOND BEST
Where did you go?
