The next couple of days went by smooth, and my band was able to wrap up the filming of our first music video for our rock album. Before we all left Max's studio, Dexter excitedly stated, "Hey Willow, we planned a party for tomorrow night. Will you and Zach be available to join us?"
"I don't think we have anything planned, so it shouldn't be a problem. What time should we be there?" I quickly responded.
"The party will start at seven. We already have all of the preparations taken care of, so there is nothing you need help with," Dexter cheerfully explained.
"Okay, thanks for the invitation," I replied, as I flashed him a smile.
Dexter draped an arm over my shoulders, then murmured, "Anytime, cutie."
I giggled, then playfully pushed him away, as I said, "Hey,
