Jekyll The rest of the week went that way. I made small improvements on the music. She showed me more tricks to accomplish parts of it. She seemed to ignore the previous night like it had never happened. On Friday, I was pretty down. It was the last day of our temp job. I wouldn't have the benefit of eavesdropping on Marjorie's classes anymore. I had learned so much from proxy and my own music had benefited from it. The last rave showed that. When we went to punch out the final time, there was a slip of paper attached to my time card. I slid it out from under the paperclip and in loopy, flowery writing, was a simple message. “The Darby, eight o'clock. Teri” With a cute little heart over the I in her name. She was asking me to karaoke? I looked around to see if it were some sort of joke and stuffed the paper into my pocket for fear it would vanish. I smiled to myself as I punched out. Paya squinted at me in question and I shrugged, asking, “The Darby tonight?” She grinned and nodded.
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