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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

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The next morning I felt the effects of having hardly slept two nights earlier. I felt like I could barely roll over as Ziggy answered the phone. Through the haze I gathered he was talking to Carynne about today’s plan.

After he hung up, Ziggy said nothing, just kissed me on the cheek before he folded the blanket over me and went into the bathroom. I understood it as you sleep a little longer while I take the first shower.

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Carynne arrived around 11:30 with Bart and Chris in tow. She looked happy to see me and gave me a not-quite-there kiss on my cheek (not because she was afraid I was contagious or something, but so as not to muss her power lipstick, or so she explained).

She looked less happy to see Bradley. “Tess? Er.” She coughed and I felt deeply uncomfortable as Carynne blushed to her roots having somewhat obviously blurted out the wrong name. “Brad.” Cough. “What are you doing here?”

“Auditioning,” Bradley said with a firm deadpan that was eerily familiar to me. Hands in pockets. Chin slightly raised. Feet flat on the floor.

Heart probably beating a mile a minute if he was anything like me.