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talking again.
    "So yeah, this is the world preview I guess. It's called 'Spark' for now."
    "And you said you've just written this song. Tell us what the inspiration was."
    "I'm a simple rock guy. I don't get inspired by oceans or history. The song is about meeting someone you spark with right away. In this case literally. Someone who makes you feel sane in the midst of insanity even though the intensity scares you. It happened so I wrote it."
    The world tilted and I almost fell down. I looked at my fingers and remembered the shocks that sparked between us and played back the lyrics in my mind. Kelly wasn't crazy. This song was about me. Joe wrote it about me.
    "I…I…"
    "Liss, are you okay?"
    Kelly and Darrell were both staring at me but I couldn't reassure them or even reply. I needed to see Joe, talk to him. Glancing at the clock I frowned. It was after nine already. I pulled out my phone and called him, but it went straight to voicemail.
    "Damn it. I am such an idiot."
    Kelly grabbed my arm. "What are you talking about? What happened?"
    "Kel, you were right. That song is about me. And I've spent the whole day writing Joe off as a casual fling. But that didn't sound casual to me."
    She beamed and hugged me. "Not a bit. He's into you."
    Darrell came out of the kitchen and stood in front of me. "What's going on here?"
    Kelly slapped my arm. "This sexy bitch has hooked a rock star."
    He laughed. "Oh yeah? Then what are you doing here, Miss Fancy Lady?"
    In a daze I looked at him. "I tried to call but he didn't answer."
    "Oh well, you'll get him later I'm sure. Just remember us little people when you're in your mansion having orgies and shopping sprees and drug binges." With that he went back to work.
    Kelly rolled her eyes. "Ignore him. This is so romantic! Where is Joe right now?"
    "Un, Lewisville I think. They have a show there tonight."
    "That's only an hour from here in traffic. This time of night you could be there in forty-five minutes."
    "Kel, I can't just drop everything and go find him."
    "Why not? I can see on your face you want to. Find him and give that sweet ass a big squeeze. Two even. One from me and one from you."
    I laughed, but she was right. I needed to see him. Needed to know if what he sang was true. If what I was feeling was real. I couldn't wait until whenever he was in town next and over the phone wouldn't suffice.
    "I'm working…" I said weakly, holding up my hands.
    "Girl, please. Hey Darrell," she called out, "You could handle the rest of the night alone, right?"
    "With this crowd," he said dryly, looking around the empty diner, "I think I can manage."
    "There you go. No more excuses. Go home, get in your car and find that boy."
    "I can't."
    "You can."
    I could .
    "I will."

Chapter Seven
    It was a miracle my car made it all the way to Lewisville, especially considering how fast I drove, but I made it in one piece and in record time. I pealed into the parking lot of the club and snagged one of the last spaces. I went to the door and paid for a ticket. The guy told me the openers were just starting their set and I sighed with relief. I hadn't missed anything. Slipping inside I was happy I'd spent a few minutes changing clothes. The black dress and boots were right in line with the rest of the crowd's attire and my curly, untamed hair fit in fine too among the dramatic colors and cuts.
    I wandered around the club for a while, suddenly realizing I had no plan. I couldn't go backstage and talk to Joe. He wasn't expecting me and there was probably a list of approved people. I'd have to wait until the show was over. In which case I really hadn't needed to rush down and risk my car disintegrating under me.
    Whatever. I was exhilarated and impressed with myself for being so impulsive. There was a gaggle of girls in front of me ignoring the band on stage and pointing above us. I looked up and saw the British guy from Joe's band. Peering into the darkness I saw other figures. There was a door at the end of