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Brody waited for Mark and Hilary near the Foggy Bottom-GWU Metro station. He was looking forward to the show and seeing Ryan perform. When he thought about growing up, he always remembered music in the background. Classical, rock, blues, even some punk—his parents had played a little bit of everything, and he and his siblings had all added their contributions as they’d grown up. He’d tried to learn an instrument, but it had been plain from the first squeak on the clarinet that music was not his strong suit. That had been disappointing, but then he’d found hockey, and all had been right in his world. Still, he thought, it was cool to know someone in a band, and he wanted to hear one of Ryan’s completed songs. “Brody, over here.” He heard Mark call out and looked up. “Hey, guys. I didn’t know you were coming, Nils.” Nils Birkeland, a teammate from Sweden, grinned. “It sounded like fun.” “He just wants to meet girls. I told him he should come here; they’ll think he’s a student.” Mark snickered while Nils just rolled his eyes. “So, where’s the show?” Hilary shook her head at the two of them and looked at Brody. “It’s about three blocks up and one over. Let’s go.” Brody led them over to the stage area, where a crowd was starting to gather. He remembered Ryan’s fears of a no-show audience from the morning and smiled to himself. Told you so, Ryan. “This is so cool.” Hilary looked around as the crowd grew. “I’ve never known anyone who was in a band.” “I had a friend in high school who got a band started,” Mark said. “They were pretty good but didn’t last Ataşehir escort long.” “Ryan told me a lot of bands go through lineup changes,” Brody said. “She said her band is really the exception to the rule, with the four of them together for so long.” He told them how they’d gone through a number of guitarists, and that Ryan wasn’t sure about the current guy. “She was pretty nervous this morning.” Mark narrowed his eyes. “You saw her this morning? I thought you weren’t going out with her.” “I’m not. What?” Brody looked at the others. “What?” “Brody, think about what you just said.” Hilary arched an eyebrow. “You were talking to Ryan this morning. You’ve been talking to her and hanging out, and you talk about her a lot. You obviously like her. What are we supposed to think?” He stared at her. “Seriously? Come on, guys. Yeah, I like her, but Ryan’s the one who says she doesn’t want anything else. She called me this morning and said she was nervous. I made her breakfast, we talked for a while and she left.” Mark was silent for a moment, considering. “Okay, then. But if you screw her over, I’ll have to hurt you.” “Christ, what are you, her older brother?” Brody stared for a moment and shook his head. “This is ridiculous. Nils, help me out here, man.” “Well, you have to admit, it sounded like you could have . . . .” The Swede cleared his throat. “You know what it sounded like. And you have a reputation.” He looked at Mark and Hilary and had to laugh. “Come on, Brody. You set yourself up.” “When’s the last time Ümraniye escort bayan you were ‘just friends’ with a woman?” Mark asked, then clarified, “Who wasn’t already someone else’s girlfriend?” “Look, Ryan’s the one who said she wasn’t interested, okay?” “Okay, okay. Let’s leave the guy alone.” Hilary stepped in and smiled. “It is possible that not every unattached woman will throw herself at his feet.” “Thanks, Hil.” Brody looked down at her. “I think.” “No sweat.” She linked her arm through Mark’s. “Now, let’s find a spot. I want a good view of everything.” x-x-x-x She was something else, Brody thought as he watched Ryan up on stage. He wondered if she knew how happy she looked up on the stage. Serious and intent, but happy. They’d come out on stage to a loud welcome, and Brody realized Ryan hadn’t been kidding about them having fans. In fact, he wondered if she’d underestimated, or had just been modest. As they announced or launched into songs, there were cheers, and he saw more than a few people singing along. He wished he’d had a chance to check their songs online. Ryan had told him they were on Facebook and had links to songs, but he’d never gotten to it, seeming to get sidetracked every time he thought about it. It was just amazing, he thought, that he knew someone who could do this. She started out on the keyboards, with the guitar strapped on but shifted to her back. When she switched to the guitar for the next song, his appreciation went up a few notches on more than one level. There was Escort Bostancı something intriguing, he thought, about a woman with an electric guitar. His appreciation rose again when she performed a solo. “Wow, they’re great!” Hilary whistled and applauded as a song ended. “I never imagined Ryan up on stage, but she’s right at home.” “Yeah, I have to say, I wasn’t sure what to expect.” Mark nodded. “But they are good. And Ryan, wow. She’s better than the other guy. I don’t know why she’s not the main guitarist.” Nils echoed their comments and Brody found himself pleased that his friends were impressed, and couldn’t wait to tell Ryan afterward. Assuming, he thought, that she wanted to meet up later. She hadn’t replied to his earlier text, and for all he knew, she had plans with her band mates. He frowned as he realized he’d be disappointed if he didn’t get to see her, surprising himself. After the singer—Lara, he recalled—announced the last song, he took a chance and sent Ryan another text, suggesting they meet for dinner or a drink later. After the band finished, Lara thanked the crowd for coming out and announced their upcoming shows. Brody watched as some people advanced to the stage, and Ryan, Lara, and the bassist came down to talk to them while the guitarist and drummer began disassembling their equipment. “That was great. Thanks, Brody.” Hilary grinned. “I haven’t been to any kind of show in a while.” Then she made a face. “But I have to say, being around all these college students makes me feel really old.” “You don’t look that old,” Mark said. “Gee, thanks.” Hilary raised an eyebrow. “Just how old do I look?” “Nope.” Mark shook his head. “No way. I’ve learned that anything I say can and will be used against me, so I’m not saying anything.” Brody’s phone buzzed and he flipped it open, laughing as Hilary tried to goad Mark into a response.

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