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sign that she was making fun of me, but I didn’t see one. 
    “I guess,” I said, hoisting my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my dorm room keys.  “Well, the famous, super-celebrity me is about to be late for calculus.” I smiled.  “See you later?”
    “Later,” she said, almost friendly. 
    I smiled again as I heard the door close behind me.  Darby had been a jerk to me in the fall, no question, but living with a girl who hated my guts was taking a toll on me too.  If random celebrity run-ins were the olive branch we needed, I was going to make sure this wasn’t the last one.
    I took a few steps down the empty hall, a thought flickering through my mind.
    It was crazy, but… maybe she had a point.  Last summer, it felt like I’d jumped onto a speeding train, thrown into a world where I had no idea what to do or how to act. 
    Blake’s world.
    But slowly and surely, I was getting used to it.  Somehow, somewhere along the line… it had become my world too.
    And honestly, it was pretty cool to meet Emma Harris.  It was even pretty cool to open up a magazine and see a picture of yourself.  (At least, as long as it wasn’t accusing you of cheating on your boyfriend).
    If that had somehow become my real life, then maybe it wasn’t so bad?
     
     
    I’d left our dorm with time to spare before my class, and the walk to the far side of campus was frigid.  There was something I wanted to do, but I couldn’t do it with Darby leaning over my shoulder —even this new, slightly friendlier version of Darby. 
    A few blocks west of our dorm, I ducked into a courtyard that hardly anyone used, on the edge of campus and next to the Comparative Literature classrooms. 
    To my relief, the building’s door was unlocked.  A redhead student aide with frizzy curls was sitting just inside the doorway, and when I walked inside she looked up at me, surprised.
    “Can I help you?”
    “I need to make a phone call,” I explained, holding up my cell.  “Is there any way you guys have an extra room that I could use?  It’s private.”
    I wasn’t sure if she recognized me, but some trace of understanding crossed her face before she stood up, smiling politely.  “ Sure,” she said, leading me down the hall.  “Most of the classrooms are locked, but they’re empty and I have a master key.”
    “Thanks,” I said gracefully, pulling out my cell phone.  “You’re a lifesaver.”
    She smiled.  “Casey Snow, right?”
    I gave a thin smile.  “Guilty as charged.”
    “No, I think it’s cool.  I like the new song.  Love’s not enough, huh?”
    I felt a sad smile creep onto my face.  “You can say that again.”
    “Well, I’ll give you some privacy,” she said, turning back towards the door.  At the door, though, she hesitated.  “ I mean—I know it’s none of my business,” she said, still facing the door.  “But, um… I think you’re wrong.  Love’s always enough.”
    I heard the door squeak closed before I could reply.  By the time my words came, they were probably to an empty room.
    “I hope you’re right,” I said out loud, my voice sounding small and not at all sure. 
    After making sure the door was closed, I sat for a minute in silence, staring at the cream-colored business card that I’d taken from the nightstand in my dorm room.  I’d held onto this card for six months, just in case it could lead to something, but I’d never called the number.
    It was time to find out.
    Last summer, when I’d filled in for April at an acoustic show that Moving Neutral had played in Los Angeles, one of the producers from Moving Neutral ’s record label had left his card for me, and asked me to call him if I was ever back in L.A.  But when Blake and I had gone to Los Angeles over Halloween, I’d been too busy pulling the tatters of my life back together to even think about what this guy could potentially do.
    But now… was different.  Blake was famous, but Darby was right — I was,