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Jenn, “You look great, both of you, ladies.”
    Holy cow! Two compliments from Jason- freaking-Grimes! My head is swimming. Jenn leans into me, instinctively to hold me up.
    “Thanks” I mutter as a natural reflex, and frankly that is all I have to offer.
    He nods in recognition and moves along in his beautiful, masculine and brute way. How can anything so simple render me with limp legs and a spastic heartbeat, painting my cheeks with a faint crimson? This can’t be normal.
    “Easy Georgia, it’s just a stupid, silly boy.” Jenn sounds in my ear her worldly wisdom.
    “But he said I look nice” I whispered.
    “As you do, but he is still a stupid boy.” Jennifer pushes.
    Somehow I made it to my lit class, and was an active participant at that. It dawned on me that I had to go to work today for a few hours, and it was payday!
    All my classes ran together like a blur. Concentration wasn’t an art well practiced today at all, except the way Jason looked in those jeans, or his short, spiky blonde hair. O h! And those dreamy big blue eyes, and insanely long eyelashes. His perfect golden tan, and big taut muscles. Now, that was a subject I could concentrate on.
    At lunch Misty found Shane and I. She kept sounding off on the need to rehearse, which she is right, I just have to work tonight.
    “Georgia, this is imperative!” She squawks at me.
    “I get that Misty, but so is being gainfully employed.” I hiss at her.
    “We will be fine. We will all buckle down tomorrow Misty. Cool your pants off.” Shane insists. Shane to the rescue!
    “We darn well better y’all!” Misty barks out. She can get so southern when she is angry. She took a stance that must have taken every bit of seriousness she could muster up.
    I am starting to resent getting roped into this. Come to think of it, I am not sure how I got hoodwinked into doing the graduation performance. Shane is the part that made all of this bearable. Plus, the three of us do have an uncanny musical chemistry. Our harmonies and melodies are something to behold, plus we are each talented guitarists. The three of us prefer electric acoustics. Although I own an Ibanez, I am more of a Gibson girl at heart. Shane has a Fender Hellcat that is his mess around toy, which can take a beating or two, but his pride and joy is his Gibson Hummingbird. Misty has an Epiphone Fingerstyle acoustic that she loves and a Taylor that she uses exclusively for performances. Now, my Annalise is a Gibson SJ-200 Super Jumbo with the vintage sunburst. It’s gorgeous!
    Combined we make one beautiful sound. Our voices tangled in one melodic web of pitches high and low. Honestly, it’s a great and beautiful escape. Music is a great release from the darkness of reality. It’s a safe place, controllable and given to me by God. The only time I have rhythm and grace is behind my guitar. I could swear that bass notes and clefs are part of my DNA. Rumor had it that my daddy was an ax man, and that would surely explain a lot about me. Either way, I know that our performance will be nothing short of remarkable.
    “Georgia, you with us?” Shane asks with a silly look on his face.
    “In some aspect, I am sure.” I smile.
    “Alright then.” Shane shrugs, almost indifferently.
    “I was thinking about how wonderful and absolutely delightful we will sound on stage.” I gush.
    “Mmm hmm. I agree.” Misty states with so much conviction, it’s like a presidential debate winning statement.
    “It’ll sure be something.” Shane croons. “We have sure come a long way.” He said with a hint of notable nostalgia in his voice.
    Our choir instructor from church threw the three of us together a few years back. Shane and I always played guitar together since we were kids. Our teacher put us three together for a summer pageant and it went so well that we, the church that is, sent a tape to a church in Massachusetts that was hosting some national Christmas festival of sorts. We joked about how that was our