But by the time he had finished his brew, she still had not arrived. He got to his feet with some difficulty, wondering whether it was the show that had drained him, or what came after.
He joined the others on stage, quickly gathering his equipment to make room for the next group. He took another beer before going to clear his things from the dressing room. There he met Alan, who asked him, surprised, if he were leaving right away. Julian replied that he would put his equipment in the car and rejoin them right after. But Alan, who had noticed his strange smile earlier, could not help but ask:
âWas it our performance or something else making you smile like that?â
âYouâll never believe what just happened to me. I was leaving the stage, and â¦â
âCâmon, out! Gotta make room for the next guys!â
One of the organizers had just come in, interrupting Julian as he was about to divulge his secret. They all ended up at the bar and spent the rest of the evening drinking, congratulating each other, drinking some more, listening to the other bands, and drinking still more. Julian searched the room, hoping at any moment to see a pretty girl in a cap. But the stranger was keeping a low profile. At the end of the evening the beer had extinguished what remained of the bonfire in Julianâs crotch, and he stopped looking for the girl. Quite drunk, he told Alan about his happy misadventure, though he was no longer sure it was not just a dream. He told his comrade the story in as much detail as possible, and listened to him exclaim in jealousy.
Leaving the bar later that night, he wondered if he should not have just kept quiet.
* * *
After that evening things started happening very quickly. Julianâs group was offered an attractive recording contract. There were fewer shows, as the musicians preferred to prepare for the record. Julian thought less and less about the strange woman and her very pleasant favors. He hardly believed it had really happened, except at night, when he longed for her between the sheets. She had shown no sign for three weeks. Had she been disappointed? Had he done something wrong? But it had been she who did everything! Maybe that was it, she was waiting for some sort of reply from him. But she had left! So too bad for her!
Julian had no idea that at that very moment she was talking on the phone with Alan. She wanted his help for her next surprise visit to Julian.
âHi, Alan. Itâs Janelle.â
âJanelle? Uh, hi ⦠How are you?â
âFine, fine. Listen, as you might have guessed, Iâm not calling to talk to you about my health. Did Julian ever tell you about something unusual that happened the night of the Spectrum?â
Alan was silent for a few moments, remembering the outrageous tale Julian had told him the night of their last show. He had only half believed him.
âThen it was true? It was you?â
âI donât know what he told you, but yes, it was me. Maybe it seems like a strange method, but I have my reasons. I miss him so much.â
âListen, Janelle, I donât want to be involved.â
âI know. The reason Iâm phoning is that Iâm going to Quebec City for your next show. Iâd like to spring another surprise on him, more elaborate this time, if you know what I mean. After that, heâll know itâs me.â
âJanelle, heâs just starting to get over it. Youâre not being fair.â
âThat just concerns him and me, Alan. What I want you to do is very simple. Let me in backstage after the show, and make sure everyone gets out. I know Julian always waits a few minutes before going back out, to âdecompress.ââ
Alan thought for a few moments.
âIt might work. But youâve got to be there the moment we finish. If he comes back right away, it wonât be my fault.â
âIâm just asking you to try.â
* * *
Just when he had
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