Recording Day
Recording Day“Are you okay?” I ask Tasha.
I feel guilty, even though I wasn’t the one doing the rejection. It’s my project that opened the box of Pandora before both parties were ready. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. This is real life and I’m messing with real emotions. It’s not fair.
“Yeah, I’m just…” Tasha stares at her phone, seemingly lost for words. She struggles to find her next sentence, before chuckling humourlessly. “Man, I did not see this coming.”
I’m curious, but I decide not to voice my question. If she wants to tell me, she will.
She does. “I really thought there was a spark, you know? We’ve been having all these dinners, cuddling while watching movies, I mean… What’s a girl to think?”
I really feel for her.
“I’m just…” She pockets the button that came off he
