Page 72 of The Girl with No Name
Sometimes I’ll think of that dirty dive bar
I’ll think what are the chances, and look at the stars…
As we sing the chorus for the last time, Violet comes out on stage to whoops and cheers—though I wonder if anyone knows who she is in her Mia WallacePulp Fictioncostume.
She stands with me at the mic and sings the very last turnaround with us:
I know you can be my lover, baby
Can you be my best friend?
As the crowd cheers, Vi yells in my ear, “That was fucking awesome! You two are great together.”
I hand Johnny Blue over to Vi and high five Luna as we exit the stage, my adrenaline pumping.
“That was amazing!” Luna yells, wrapping me up in a big hug, pressing her body against mine. “We just played on stage for the Red Lemons!”
We’ve hugged before, but this one feels different. Maybe it’s the drugs. Maybe it’s the fact that we just performed in front of ten thousand fucking people. I don’t know. But butterflies, the likes of which I’ve never felt, surge through me and swirl around everywhere.
“You were incredible,” I tell her. “I didn’t know you could sing like that.”
“Me neither. Guess all my shower singing finally came in handy.” She smiles. “What do we do now?”
“We go enjoy the rest of the show and try to find Dunn.”
“Won’t that Randy guy be suspicious if we show up in the crowd, though?”
“At this point, who cares? Honestly. Even if they lock us out of our hotel room, what do we have in there? Some clothes?”
“Your guitar.”
“Oh, shit. Good point.”
“Whatever,” she says. “We’ll figure it out.”
I nod. She’s right. And for once in my goddamn life, I feel like I’m not fighting the universe. I’m cool with its plan for me.
16
REED
“GIRL AT THE ROCK SHOW” – BLINK-182
“That song is so true,” Luna says as we venture back out into the crowd to enjoy the rest of the Red Lemons’ show.
“How so?” I prod, keeping my eyes peeled for Dunn.
“Lovers are so easy to find these days.”
I nod as we continue walking. Luna has the type of curves that drive men wild. So it doesn’t come as a huge surprise to hear her say this.
“But that’s not what you want?” I ask.
“I really just want a best friend. I’ve never really had a true best friend. Even when I was a little girl.” The light from one of the lamppost flickers off of her face with the hint of a mischievous grin. “Don’t get me wrong. The lovers part is fun, too.”
Our conversation naturally dissipates as we get closer to the stage, where the Red Lemons’ music and energy take us over. At one point, Violet in her Uma Thurman costume does the same twist dance she and I were doing outside the bathroom. Girl stole my moves.
I mean, not that I’m mad. She rocks it.