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that I could just wash away all
the anxiety. I was trying to calm my mind down enough to come up with an idea
about what to do for the next week. I was still on the show. That meant there
was still a chance I could win…no matter how slim. I suddenly remembered what
the MC had said about the week’s music…a fucking duet. I didn’t know a single
person that would agree to do that with me. The guys in my band were pretty
much the only people on earth that still spoke to me. None of them were too
happy with me at that moment. Since I started on the show, we hadn’t had any
gigs, and that had made it hard on them, too. Even if they forgave me for that,
none of them could carry a tune to save their lives. They were decent
musicians, but if I was going to redeem myself on the show, I needed a fucking
awesome vocalist.
    Everyone from my former life had abandoned me. I
didn’t know any singers that would be willing to be seen with me. As I was
drying off, I thought about the day I’d gone over to Elly’s apartment and how she’d said she had to go to chorus. I’d asked her that day if
she was good and she’d said she was “okay.” I knew she wasn’t as cocky as me
when it came to extolling her own virtues. I had actually waited until she was
around the corner and then I’d followed her. I’d stood at the door and listened
to her sing and I was blown away. “Okay” was definitely an understatement. A plan
started to formulate in my addled brain.
    I got dressed and after drinking two of the water
bottles in my refrigerator, I went out and got on the bike. I needed to see Elly later and persuade her to do this with me. She was my
only hope of staying on the show. First, I drove towards the studio to see the
band about the music I was going to need for my duet. After that, I’d go see Elly .
    I realized as I was driving along thinking about it,
that her first response was going to be that the producers weren’t going to
like it. She was always so worried about us being caught and her losing her
job. I personally didn’t give a fuck if they liked it or not, and it’s not like
she couldn’t get another job if she had to. I really thought that if I won the
contest, the press would have a field day if they took it from me because of Elly . They had, after all, said we could sing with whoever
we wanted to. They didn’t say it couldn’t be someone working there, right?
    I parked the bike and made my way down towards the
music room. I thought about calling Elly , or at least
sending her a text that I was coming when I finished. I decided against that. I
needed to do it face to face. It would be easier for her to say no on the
phone. I was sure she was pissed at me for not talking to her since the day I
yelled at her. Maybe she had a right to be. Right then, my mind wasn’t working
well enough to worry about it. Somehow, I needed to convince her to do it with
me. I had no other choice.
    Before I made it to the band room, one of the
producers stopped me in the hall. I think it was the one named Tony who tried
to act as if he had the skills to solve all the problems in the universe. He
was just a little rich punk whose daddy got him a job in the industry because
he had no other talents.
    “Hey, Tristan, when you’re finished in there, Clint
and I would like to talk with you. Can you come on over to our offices before
you leave?”
    Fuck! What the hell could they want? “Yeah, okay,” I
told him. I’d rather pull out my own fucking teeth with a pair of pliers, but I
doubted I had that choice. I went on in and talked to the band about my duet
and one of the guys asked me who was singing with me. I thought about Elly again, but I didn’t want to look like an idiot if I
said she was and then she refused.
    “A friend of mine,” was all I said. That was kind of
funny. It had been a long time since I’d had any real friends. I wondered if
that was what Elly and I were.
    I dragged my feet in the band room until one of