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“You do realize that
this song is by one of the artists you absolutely hate, right?”
                   
“Hey, an okay song is an okay song no matter who wrote it,” Angelo shrugged. “I
think the girl we’re going to sing it to will really appreciate it. She might
even cry.”
                   
I scoffed, “Yeah right.”
                   
“Want to bet?” Angelo challenged. “Ten says I’m right.”
                   
“You’re on,” I shook his hand.
                   
Don knocked on the door and opened it, “Excuse me, Mr. David. We’re here to
sing a song for someone.”
                   
“Sure, come in,” Mr. David nodded and then sat down at the front desk.
                   
“Good morning everyone,” I stretched. “Now I understand how all of you feel on
Tuesdays, walking up four flights of stairs every morning.” The class laughed,
and I froze when I noticed Melissa Kier staring. I couldn’t even put a meaning
to it because it was out of context. I had no idea what had happened between
her and Don, so I couldn’t possibly know what it meant. Did she want him back
or did she resent his being there? I looked back at Don, who also looked
uneasy. Did he want her back or did he begin to regret us offering this “public
service”?
                   
“So,” Angelo noticed my uneasiness and took over, “this one is for a very
special Helena, from one Mark Pierce.” My eyes shifted over to a girl in the
corner whose face lit up. That must have been her. She was perfectly pretty and
perfectly thin. What did she have to be insecure about?
                   
“His message,” Don added, shaking his head and focusing his gaze onto the
paper, “says ‘Dear Helena, I love you very much and you know that. I just hope
that one day you’ll learn to love yourself as much as I do’.” I wanted to roll
my eyes, but there were too many people. Somebody would have noticed. “So
without further ado,” Don looked at me. He plucked the first four counts,
                   
“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me…” I turned to Don and made
bear claws as I sang “But bear this in mind” and he laughed and shook his head.
                   
As I sang, Angelo did the second voice, as we practiced last night. He said he
was too lazy to bring his box drum thing around, so he figured he’d just sing.
I could hear the smile in his voice as I saw Helena’s eyes water. Damn. I very
subtly inched in front of Angelo and pulled out my wallet from my back pocket.
I pulled out a bill and figured Angelo would give me the change later. I turned
back to face him and he grinned widely.
                   
By the end of the song, Helena was blowing her nose into a tissue. “Will you
tell Mark ‘thank you’ for me?”
                   
“Of course,” my smile was flat and stretched out. Thanks for helping me lose
ten, Helena. If it were pounds, that ‘thank you’ would not have been sarcastic.
                   
As we exited the classroom, I passively said, “Have a great Valentine’s week
everybody.” And then I felt Don put a hand on my shoulder. He leaned in and
whispered,
                   
“That was great. You know, I believe you’re the reason Helena cried, not the
song.”
                   
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile, “Thanks, I think.”
                   
“Yeah, she cried because you’re a terrible singer,” Angelo sneered. I slapped
him,
                   
“Oh, so if you’re admitting she didn’t cry because of the song, give me back my
money.”
                   
“Never,” Angelo stuck his tongue out. I smacked him on the arm again.
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