The First Performance

Emily checked her phone and saw she had missed a call from Megan.

“How’s it going with Owen?” Megan answered on the first ring and did not bother with a greeting. “Did you get some hot ex-sex on the bus?”

“Good. A bit.” Emily flushed, and shot Owen a glance from under her eyelashes, wondering if he had heard. Megan’s phone voice was strident.

“He is next to you, isn’t he?”

“Yes. We are at the first venue, grabbing something to eat at the bar. We have a couple of hours to eat, shower, and get ready.”

“You nervous? Or did your hot ex-sex work that out of your system?”

“A bit.” Emily could feel the heat burning up her face. The last thing she needed, she thought, was Megan instigating a conversation between Owen and herself that, whilst overdue, would be poorly timed, seeing as they were about to commence their first performance, on the first concert date.

“This is going to be one of those conversations where I say all the words, and you answer in monosyllables, isn’t it?” Megan s