“Nope, school doesn’t start until next week and I have all the supplies I need to decorate the classroom. I’ll do it tomorrow or the next day. No rush as long as I do it this week.”
“I thought you had in-service days.”
“I do, but not until the end of the week. Don’t worry about me. It’s take care of Cyn time.”
“We don’t need to do anything for me. I’ll wait for the call and see what happens then.”
“Did you want to call the lawyer I found?”
“Maybe, but not right now. All I want for now is to just try to forget for a little while.”
“Cool, so how about I go get us a couple of movies and some ice cream?”
“It’s not even lunch time.”
“So what, ice cream’s dairy.”
I knew there’d be no stopping her. She got dressed and went to the store. As soon as the front door closed my cell rang. It was Chaos again. What the hell was his problem?Maybe I should have left the pages behind, so he’d know I didn’t want his damn song.
I hit the ignore button and went to get the notebook from my purse. When Michelle got back I was sitting on the couch with it in my lap and my iPad on the table. I didn’t know what to do about the song. If Symmetry didn’t fire me, should I turn it in to them, or just forget I’d ever heard it?
“I’m back with movies. Which do you want,” she asked, holding up two pint sized containers of ice cream. “Mocha almond fudge or Double chocolate chip?”
“Give me the mocha. You know it’s my favorite. Bitch.”
“Exactly.”
“What movies did you get?”
“Moonstruck, Simply Irresistible, Phantom of the Opera and Chocolat. Which one first?”
“Good question. How aboutSimply Irresistible?”
"Great choice,” she laughed and inserted it into the DVD player.
Maybe she was right, watching a movie and eating ice cream worked for her. “Thank you, Michelle. You’re the best.”
She hugged me tight, then handed me a spoon and the ice cream. For the next hour and a half I was glued to the TV and tried not to think about anything else. I hadn’t seen it in ages and I’d forgotten most of it, which was good, and it kept my mind off Chaos until the end.
Michelle decided we needed pizza next. I didn’t usually eat all this junk food but she swore it was the only cure for heartbreak. While she was picking it up from across the street, the phone rang and it was Symmetry records again.
“Hello?”
“Cynda?”
“Yes.”
“Cliff Warner here. I spoke to Rod Dixon and he says it was a misunderstanding and they’ve tweeted it was a mistake. We’ll be issuing a press release by the end of the day saying the same thing. For now you get to keep your job, but try not to start any more trouble.”
“Great.” So how come I wanted to puke up all the ice cream I’d just eaten?
“So when can we expect the songs?”
“My contract says I have three months. It will be then or sooner if I can get them done.”
“Sooner would be better. We’d like to lay down some tracks when they’re on the west coast.”
“Then you shouldn’t have given me three months in the contract.” I knew I sounded bitchy but hell, I was over all of them.
