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wanted to see Julian again, if only to say a real goodbye. One that he wouldn’t forget in a drunken stupor.
    “Maybe,” she said.
    “Thank you.”
    “I said maybe. No promises. I’m not sure when I need to be at the airport.”
    “Great! The show starts at six at the Eiffel Tower.”
    “The what?”
    She could almost hear Asher’s grin through the phone.
    “The Eiffel Tower. See, I wouldn’t ask but this is such a big deal. Thank you, thank you, thank you !”
    Before Shannon could protest, Asher had hung up.
    Shannon sat on the bench, her phone dangling in her hand. What was she thinking, agreeing to this? She wasn’t sure if this was the biggest mistake she’d ever made or the smartest decision. Maybe it was both.
    She walked through the park and stopped to listen to a busker playing an accordion. That was something you didn’t see every day in Pasadena. Stretching herself out on the lawn under a tree’s shade, she lay down not too far away from the accordion player. The sun warmed the earth underneath her and she closed her eyes. Just a little nap, she thought. Just a few minutes…
    She awoke hours later, and the sun was high in the sky. What time was it? Her phone was out of charge, so she stopped a man walking by.
    “Excuse—pardonnez.” She stumbled over the words. “Quelle heure et-il?”
    “Quatreheuresetdemi,” the man said, his words jumbling into each other in an impossible mumble.
    “Uh, encore?” she said.
    “Four sirty,” the man said.
    “Thanks,” Shannon said, blushing. She hoped one day she wouldn’t be taken for an American after just two sentences.
    Four thirty? My goodness, she had been sleeping for hours! She had to pack, she had to get ready! Shannon raced off down the street toward her hotel. She took a quick shower and threw on clothes, and by then an hour had passed. She began to throw her clothes in her suitcase and stopped.
    What am I doing?
    If she went to the show, she would be opening a Pandora’s box she didn’t know how to close. It would be better for everyone if she just left now. But she had promised Asher…and it was just for a little while. Just for a minute, maybe even before the show, and she could say goodbye and leave. She stuffed her bag full of clothes and pulled herself together. Just a minute, and then she would be off to the airport.
    She wanted to catch a cab, but it seemed like every one that passed by was full. She began to sweat lugging her bag down the street. Almost at the Eiffel Tower, she felt as though her heart would burst, whether from exertion or heartbreak she did not know. Pausing to rest for a moment, she was shocked to see Julian’s face looking out at her from a poster plastered onto the side of the building, alongside Alex and the rest of the band. Wilder Side, it said. Le phenomene rock d’Amerique!!!
    Was it a sign? Why was she here, if not because she wanted to be with him? She wanted to be wrong, wanted to trust him. Her roommate Brynn would tell her not to follow her heart, but then again Brynn was always too rational.
    Shannon turned the corner and her heart dropped. In front of the Eiffel Tower there were thousands—no, tens of thousands, maybe hundreds—of cheering fans. A huge screen had been mounted across the front of the tower and the entire lawn underneath teemed with people. It was a mob.
    Shannon turned the corner and her heart dropped. In front of the Eiffel Tower there were thousands—no, tens of thousands, maybe hundreds—of cheering fans. A huge screen had been mounted across the front of the tower and the entire lawn underneath teemed with people. It was a mob.
    Shannon could hear Cheap Trix playing the last song in their set, the opening acts most popular number. The lead singer tossed her hair back and said something in French, while waving to the crowd which went wild. Shannon realized that the band was playing from the top of the Eiffel Tower, their image projected down to the crowd below. Speakers