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Colby and saw that he was trying really hard not to bust up laughing – though he almost lost it when he saw my face .
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Great. It was the lamest joke ever, but it seemed I couldn’t escape it.
    Mr. Grisom finally stopped laughing, took a few deep breaths and said. “Well, no w . Ok. I’m sure you will do a beautiful job, Rylie , as usual. No w , let’s run through our warm up exercises.”
    So, I lalala’d and hummed with the rest of th e class, but the whole hour, I kept wondering what Colby would have said to me if we could have talked earlier . I wondered what I would have said. I hated t hat I’d never know , but I felt warm and shimmery in side becau se I was pretty certain he had feelings for me. And that was a good thing since I was starting to have feelings for him too .
    Oh, who am I kidding?
    I was crushing big time.
     
    *****
     
    “I hate running late,” Olivia said as we pulled into the parking lot behind the school a few minutes after 7:00 that evening.
    I smiled, knowing it wasn’t my fault. I’d been ready to go at 6:30, but Olivia hadn’t pulled into my driveway until 6:40. For her, that was a good time. She was usually either really early or really late for everything. Tonight, she was running late, especially since she’d stopped at a drive - through after picking me up.
    As I got out of the car, I saw Olivia trying to grab her purse, her phone, a binder of music, her giant bottle of water and the enormous salad she’d gotten for dinner . Then she looked at her guitar case with a b ewildered expression .
    “Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” I said, grabbing the handle. Luckily I had all my stuff in my backpack so my hands were free.
    I walked calmly inside, though an amused smile hovered on my lips . Olivia looked almost frantic. In my experience, rehearsals for anything usually started late anyway. Luckily I didn’t have to worry about this one. My only job was to give Ol ivia some moral support while I got some homework done.
    The prom committee had decided to feature some of the local talent with live music at the prom - mostly, I suspected, because they would be cheap. I wasn’t surprised that they’d asked Olivia, but I hadn’t ever heard of the band they’d also hired. I couldn’t even remember the name of it.
    Just as I thought, when we got to the music room, pe ople were milling around, hooking up microphones, tuning instruments, and talking. I saw Olivia’s shoulders relax as we went inside. She put her stuff down on a table, and went over to talk to a guy I didn’t know. He looked to be in is early twenties and seemed to be the man in charge.
    I turned and sat Olivia’s guitar down on the table next to her stuff so she could find it easily and looked around for a corner to sit in and crack open my Physics book.
    “ Rylie ? What are you doing here?”
    I turned quickly, knowing there was only one voice that could make my heart skid to a stop like that. Colby stood a few feet behi nd me looking surprised, but there was a warm glint in his eye that was easy to interpret.
    “I came with Olivia. What are you…?” But before I even finished the question, my brain supplied the answer. “ Oh. Is this your band?”
    A half-smile turned up one corner of his mouth. “Well, it’s not my band. If anything, it’s Micah’s – that guy Olivia’s talking to over there. He’s kind of our frontman and the one who got us together. But yeah, this is the band I play with.”
    “Oh. Wow. I thought you meant something more like…”
    “Like a bunch of wa nnabe’s playing in their parent s ’ garage?”
    “Yeah. Something like that. ”
    “Well, we kind of were until Micah came along and recognized that we had something. After a few jam sessions, Blacktop Rising was born. ”
    “ Oh, so that’s what the band is called. I couldn’t remember it.”
    “ Not what Micah had in mind when he came up with it. He’s trying to create our brand, you