"Is that... you, Felix?" I ask.
"Obviously," he answers. There's a long silence on the other end of the line.
Ok. Calm down. He called my house. That's a good thing, nothing to freak out about. It's impossible to embarrass myself any more than I already have.
"You left your phone in the dressing room last night," he says. "And your guitar. We're only flying out at noon, so I'll bring them over to you."
What? WHAT?
"How did you get my number?" It sounds more suspicious than I intended it to.
"I'm calling from your phone. I just selected home in the contacts," he replies.
Oh. My. God. Maybe I never actually woke up this morning.
"Are you still there?" He asks, irritation creeping into his voice.
"Yes! I... are you sure it's ok?" I ask. "You don't mind coming here?"
"It's fine," he
