Stary night

Oh s**t! She's going to k**l me. I am so late. Tomorrow if you see the headlines reading 'failed artist found missing' you'll know who to ask where to find me. I promised Tara that I would be there on time and now I'll be at least 20 minutes late. stupid alarm clock. Tara and I have been best friends since junior high and have been inseparable ever since. She's hosting this fundraiser and asked me if I could help out, me being a good friend that I am I said yes. I'd promise her I'd help her with setting up since she couldn't find anyone else it would have been just her and me. Right now it's just her and I feel really bad. I hurriedly park my car as close as I can to the community center. I open my car door to the frigid Seattle weather we have this morning and speed walk to the front entrance. Ask me what fundraiser she's hosting and I couldn't tell you truthfully. As I'm walking through the dimly lit halls I hear cursing of colorful words and know right away that it is Tara. I go through the doors I hear her the clearest and there she is struggling to get a banner to hang straight.