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amazing,” Erica puts in.
    I have to agree. Ma rcus was that guy at school who everyone knew. We all attended the same performing arts school. It was filled with wannabe actors, dancers and musicians. Despite having to deal with everyone’s egos, it was a great place to pour your heart into your craft. The real world isn’t as nurturing as that school was, so most of us ended up in ‘normal’ jobs. But there were a handful of people that you just knew were going to be someone. Marcus was one of them.
    I can’t help but sigh as I think of him back then, sitting outside at lunch time with his guitar and a slew of girls around him. I’m also embarrassed to admit that I was one of those girls. I loved listening to him .
    The difference between me and most of those girls though, was that I could play by ear, and quickly learned his songs. I remember the look on his face the first day that I pulled out my violin and joined in. I impressed him, enough that we became whatever his version was of friends.
    I alw ays wanted more from him though. I had a massive crush on him, but he always seemed to be attached to some other pretty girl. I guess we were meant to only be band mates. That was fine by me, because he was a ‘use them and throw them away’ type of guy. I didn’t want to be the girl he slept with then ignored, so I continued to admire him from where I was and play with him whenever the right school project came up.
    Eventually though , high school was over and I went to a party. I don’t remember drinking much that night, so I figure one of my drinks must have been spiked, because I have no recollection of what I did beyond a certain point. When I woke up the next morning, I was in bed with Marcus and I couldn’t remember getting there.
    I was so mortified, that I got out of bed and tried to find my clothes as fast as I could. Marcus of course, woke up and saw me there, just as I finished getting my panties and bra on. From the way his brow creased when our eyes met, I knew that was it. I was about to get thrown away. Friendship over.
    “Listen, about last night. I…” he started , looking down as if he was embarrassed. I didn’t want to hear the rejection, so I cut him off as I picked up my dress and my shoes.
    “Don’t worry about. We’ re cool,” I told him, as I quickly turned away and dropped my dress over my body, stuffing my feet into my shoes. With that, I walked out of the room, picked my way through the sleeping bodies in the living area and left the house.
    When I switched on my phone , I had all of these photo messages of me throwing myself at my friend Aramis and I just burst into tears. I could only imagine what he must have thought of me. Suddenly, it was this big deal that I had slept with two guys on the same night.
    I tried to call Aramis, to tell him that I couldn’t even remember the party, that I didn’t know what I was doing. But he didn’t answer, and he didn’t call me back. And why would he? He must’ve thought I was a total slut. Everybody else did.
    After that, I moved on with my life. The next week, I moved to Canberra to attend the Australian National University’s School of Music. Everything moved forward rather rapidly from there, and I threw myself into my music for a couple of years, eventually losing heart and dropping out before my course was finished.
    That’s when I went to the UK and started bar tending. I told myself it was just a holiday job – that I needed a break from music. But I’ve been back in Australia for over two years and I’m still working the bar. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.
    “ Come with us. We’re not staying for the main show,” Erica says next to my ear, snapping me back to the present.
    “Oh, we’re leaving?” I ask.
    “No,” Amy grins, “We know the band. We’re going back stage.”
    “Oh, I don’t think so. It’s too embarrassing. I don’t want to see Marcus again,” I whine.
    “Don’t be