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door,” he said. We sat down on a wooden bench with a commemorative plaque. “I slipped away from you. You were out cold. Karl, my brother, started yelping about us being on the next flight to New York. I was bleary eyed and confused. I hadn’t unpacked. Karl grabbed my bag while I put my clothes on. I watched you sleeping. You were beautiful.”
     
    Our mouths came together in a storm of passion. No fireworks on earth could compare to what was going off in my body. He stopped. He had to finish telling me his story.
     
    “So, I don’t know what happen,” Stevie continued, “I wasn’t thinking. I thought, I’d call you later. I didn’t want to wake you. Why didn’t I leave a note? I’ve asked myself that over and over the last couple of days. Anyway, I didn’t have your number or know your last name. So, I figured out the name of the grocery store, online. I called up and talked to some older guy. I asked if he could tell me your number, he said no. I asked if he could tell me your last name, he hung up on me.”
     
    I was the happiest girl in the world. We kissed and then kissed some more. There was no way my life had turned around this profoundly. It felt like a movie. “Why?” I managed eventually, “Why… Where did you run off to?”
     
    “That’s the other thing. The last few days have been insane. The record company and producer that we were hoping to work with got us tickets out of SFO into JFK. They had a limo waiting for us and everything. We signed a recording contract in New York!”
     
    I was elated and scared at the same time. I had Stevie back, but now he might be famous. “Fantastic,” I said.
     
    “Yeah, we wanted to work with Astral Records more than anyone on the planet.”
     
    “Really?”
     
    Yeah, because they’re OK with us giving our albums away for free. They encourage it. They get the new way that records come out now.”
     
    Stevie and I went back into the gym, but it looked so different. It had loomed like a big intimidating event in my life. One I didn’t think I could handle. Now it seemed small. It seemed to dim in comparison to Stevie. We sat with Rodney, who was smashed, and Tara for a while. Tara seemed at a loss for words for the first time since I’d known her. She just kept looking at Stevie and over at me in disbelief.
     
    Then Stevie and I got on out of there. We stopped by Mom’s and my place so I could pick up a few things. It was embarrassing, but I had to have some comfortable clothes.  Mom was sound asleep, so I brought Stevie in and he sat on my twin bed while I packed a few things. I changed into some jeans and t-shirt and we headed for Stevie’s hotel down in San Francisco.
     
    Stevie had rented a mid-sized Ford to drive over to Placerville. We cruised in the new car out of town on Route 50. The lights of the night passed us by. We made it on down to I-5 in what seemed like minutes. I remember a passing a semi-truck weigh station; everything looked bright, mysterious, and wonderful. “Do you have any of your music?” I asked suddenly remembering that i didn’t even know what Mercury 7 sound like.
     
    “Yeah, I’ve got a bunch of it on my phone, but this car doesn’t have an mp3 jack.”
     
    “Got some headphones?” I asked.
     
    “Yeah, sure,” Stevie said. He was so low key about it; I almost thought he didn’t want me to hear it. He got me sorted out on his device and started the playlist of his own music. The first thing I thought when it started listening was, we were meant to be together.
     
    His music was so me. I mean I loved it instantly. It was soulful, upbeat, simple, with interesting lyrics. It was moving. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but what I was hearing was perfect. I closed my eyes and sat back in my seat. I looked over at Stevie once and he just smiled, relaxed and confident. He knew it was good. He knew we were good.
     
    “Fantastic, Stevie,” I said as my eyes got misty.
     
    He nodded. “Thanks,