Lillian Blackwood
No, it’s something else.
“When it all burns down.” I keep singing and glance at Dax, and he winks knowingly at the bastard.
Our gig continues for several more songs until Dax calls it a night.
We have thirty minutes until Justin’s DJ set.
Stace and Mel have arrived, completely missing our gig.
“Hi, Ladies!” I hug one and then the other, “You both missed our set.”
Stace grimaces, “Sorry. I had homework. You would think like the teacher I could get out of it, but I know it’ll just be waiting for me tomorrow with a goddamn hangover to boot.” She huffs, climbing into the booth.
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