aTRACKion

Chapter Nine

"Sooooooo, how was your date with DJ Love Doug?" Nancy is now looking a lot more with it since I left her in her half-dead state early this morning.

"The meeting went very well." Is my very easy-going answer.

Nance starts grinning. "A meeting? At seven thirty in the morning?" She's not buying it at all. "So what did you talk about at this meeting?" She comfortably perches herself on the end of her bed, waiting for me to divulge all that Doug and I talked about.

To make myself appear dead casual about things, I start looking at what I might wear out later on tonight. "We just talked about stuff."

"Stuff?" Asks a very disappointed sounding Nancy.

Eyeing up my spandex leggings, I wonder whether I actually have the sassy guts to wear them out tonight. "Yeah, we talked about a lot of stuff...mainly music." Yup! I think I really do have the sassy guts to wear these! Is what I soon tell myself.

"You like him, I can tell." Nance knowingly smiles across at me. "If the spandex is out...you definitely like him." She's laughing now, watching how I react to her teasing of me.

Part of me really does want to tell Nance absolutely everything we talked about. But if I do that, she'll only get excited and start reading more into it, which will then make me get really excited and start reading more into it.

The thing is, we talked. We talked a lot.

Over breakfast, I told him just a little about my life and my family. In exchange, he told me a little about his. From what I can tell, music pretty much dominates Doug's life. Almost every aspect of it, is woven within his Doug DiCarto brand. He spoke so much about his passion, that he literally only touched upon the subject of his family. All I got out of him was that he's an only child, that his dad is dead and that his mum lives in Romford. To me, it was very much a subject that he wasn't all that comfortable talking about, and one that he chose to skim over during our conversations. Which isn't a red flag or anything for me, I guess not all families are as cohesive as mine happens to be. But yeah, we had a great time getting to know one another.

We talked.

We held hands.

We laughed.

"I do like him, hence why I am doing the vocals for his track." Is what I eventually give to Nancy.

In a flash, my friend is off her bed and doing her silly 'happy clappy' thing. "You are doing it?" She asks, all high and fired up.

My grin stretches right across my satisfied face. "I am. I know it's not going to be easy, Nance, but I have to do this."

Hugging me delightfully tight, Nancy's words start coming out at like one hundred miles per hour. "This is going to be so good for you, Frankie. It's going to be the making of you, it really is. You are a different person now, hun. This is now your time to shine." She hugs me eagerly tighter, squishing me so hard, it kind of now hurts.

"Can't. Breathe." I joke with her, hoping that her enthusiastic hold will loosen on me.

Nancy lets go, although getting more excited by the second. "If the spandex is out, I guess we're off to Revival again tonight?" She cheekily says, now rummaging through her own clothes.

"We are, if that's okay with you?"

Plucking a slinky cross back dress from out of the wardrobe, she is now beaming my way. "Absolutely!" Is Nancy's sultry reply. "This must mean you really do like him, though." As she throws her white dress down onto her bed, she pivots on her toes to face me again. "I mean, you flirted a lot last night. You've spent the entire morning together, and the spandex is making a sexy appearance this evening...you definitely do like him."