about Olivia. After she and Colby had a quick discussion, the other guitarist and the drummer coming over to join them, they went right into “Breaking Even,” one of the more popular s ong s from her self-released album .
Obviously, since she was my fr iend, I knew the song by heart, but I’d only heard her sing it to her own accompaniment before . Somehow, hearing her sing with a live band was a completely different experience. She was e lectrified with it and almost seemed to glow as she sang. Then, as they prepared to sing the next song, Colby asked if she’d like to sing a duet on the title song from her album, “Blown Away.” Olivia jumped all over the idea.
They spent a few minutes go ing through the music, with Colby arranging it as they went, and then they ran through it from the beginning. Hearing Colby’s deep but almost sweet voice singing the melody on the second verse made my jaw drop. Olivia’s excited eyes jumped to mine, and I could tell she was about to blow a fuse she was so lit up. W hen she came back in on the chorus as Colby slipped effortlessly into the harmony, I knew that this song would be the hit of the night at prom.
About thirty minutes later, they’d gone through about five of her songs, tweaking them until they were in pretty good shape, and Olivi a was done. She put her guitar in its case and came towards me, almost floating off the floor with happiness.
She grabbed her salad off the table and settled down next to me. “Oh, my gosh! Colby is amazing. I’m half-in-love with him myself.”
“Should I warn Parker?”
Olivia giggled and worked on opening her packet of Light Italian Dressing. “No. Music just gets my emotions all crazy, but I’m still a one guy kind of girl. Besides, I wouldn’t have a chance with him. He’s too far gone over you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Sure I do. Didn’t you see how often he glanced at you while I was up there?”
“No.”
“Well, he was trying to hide it, but I was watching him. I’ll tell you what though, you’d better grab him. That guy’s popularity is about to go through the roof.”
“I know. He’s totally hot when he’s performing, huh? You know, Mr. Grisom will behead you if he catches you eating that in here.”
“He’s in his office. Want a tomato?”
“Sure,” I said, picking one out of her salad. “So, how long are you planning to stay?”
“I don’t know. I want to eat this before it gets any warmer. And I kind of wanted to see a little more of their rehearsal, b ut we can go if you want to.”
“No, um , actually, Colby asked if I could wait around so we could talk.” I felt strangely shy as I continued, “In fact, he said if you couldn’t wait, he’d give me a ride home.”
Olivia froze with her fork halfway to her mouth and her eyebrows halfway to her hairline. “Really ? Don’t worry, girl. I’m leaving right now.” She began putting her salad away and gathering up her stuff.
Alarmed, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Um, hello? I’m getting out of here so he has to give you a ride home.”
“ Oh my gosh ! But if you leave now, it’ll be obvious that I’m waiting for him. Everyone will know it.”
“Including him. That should get the message across.”
“What message?”
“You know, that you’re interested. Now, can you help me get my guitar out to the car? We’ll see if we can give Colby a mini-heart attack when he thinks you’re leaving. Then watch his face when you come back in, and it should tell you everything you need to know.”
Pulled along by Olivia’s determination, I carried her guitar out for her and waved her off as she drove away a minute later , rolling my eyes as she called out her window to me, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
I walked slowly back inside, feeling my throat get dry and my palms get sweaty. What in the heck was I doing? But w hen I saw the eager way Colby’s eyes went to the door when I came in and the way he smiled