"Of course that's what you went for first," I said, shaking my head.
"It was the only book in there. Don't judge me," she said, her fingers stroking the page with my face on it. "Blue is not your color, by the way," she said with a grin, referring to the color of my Mohawk.
"I was sixteen and I thought I was going to be in a band. That really was a long year," I said, sitting down next to her.
"Didn't you guys suck so bad the one time you played that you banished yourselves to spend lunch breaks eating by the bleachers for the rest of the year?" she asked, and I looked at her quizzically.
"You talk when you're drunk. A lot," she said with a little giggle. "Also, I got this. It's supposed to be a really special performance," she said, digging into the box to produce a usb drive. "I'm lo
