Page 51 of Lyrics of Her

Two days later…

Me: Radio silence?

Reed: Sorry. Busy. Talk later?

Me: Sure

Later that night…

Reed: You paid your rent yet?

Me: Well, hello to you too.

Reed: Can you ever just answer a question like a normal person?

Me: Define normal.

Reed: How was your day?

Me: Productive. Yours?

Reed: I had a meeting this morning. Boring as fuck. We went to a rooftop this afternoon and took new promo shots for the tour. That didn’t suck.

Me: Smile pretty?

Reed: I don’t even have to try.

Me: Not an ego in sight.

Reed: What have you been up to?

Me: Played a gig last night. Cleaned up a bit today. Made a few phone calls, and measured my bust.

Reed: Now you’ve got my attention. Care to elaborate?

Me: My sister is getting married in a couple of months and I’m maid of honor. She’s freaking out I won’t fit into the dress she’s ordered for me.

Reed: Who the fuck gets married these days?

Reed: Tink?

Reed: Hey, you still there?

Reed: What’d I say? Did the marriage comment piss you off? I’m not judging. It’s just not that heard of anymore. Or is it something else?

Reed: Hello? Tink?

Me: Geez calm down. I had to pee. I’m back now. And for your information, I think marriage is romantic. It must be nice knowing someone has your back no matter what. I’d like to get married someday. Wouldn’t you? I mean, if you found the right person to spend the rest of your life with it must be kind of nice.

Reed: Nah, too permanent for me.

Me: Says the man covered in tattoos.

Reed: Touché.

Me: I’m tired. Going to bed. Goodnight.

Reed: Night.