ASTRID
“You didn't reply to the text. Is everything okay? It doesn't sound like you're at the bar.” Ava says the second I place my cell phone over my ear.
“I'm at the bar. I stepped out to make a phone call.”
“Who did you call?”
Her question surprises me. “My mom. What's Up, Ava?”
She exhales loudly. “I'm sorry if I'm intruding. I'm just nervous. I really need this to work. I miss her.”
Silence. I close my eyes and rub my temple. I can hear Lisa's voice. It's Beyoncé Tonight. Georgia said she's writing her songs. I wonder if that means she will stop singing Taylor's and other songs.
“Has she arrived yet?” She continues.
“Yes. She's on stage right now.”
She sighs. It's wistful. I want to tell her everything will be okay. I have already met Georgia, and that's the ticket to meetin
