How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Sit Through a Very Awkward Dinner

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Skye’s POV:

      I stared out the window as Elvis sung his heart out in the car. We were driving to the restaurant to meet my dad’s colleague-to-be. Things were still tense between us, ever since that huge blow out we’d had on Saturday, the longest conversation we’d had in a long time. But I’d agreed to go with him for the dinner. Partly because of his promise to talk to me more, but mostly because of Mike’s text.

      Skye: We’re going to be at another gig on Sun. night. See if u can come

      It just so happened that they were going to perform in the café right next to the restaurant. What a small world after all! So if I got really fed up, I’d just leave and go next door, where at least I knew the music would be good.

      “Here we are.”

      Dad cut the engine and I looked up at the glowing sign. It looked kind of fancy, not to mention expensive. Which was why, I reminded my self as I got out of the car, I was a wearing a dress. It wasn’t anything special, just a short blue and black-laced thing, with criss-crossing straps on the back. It was just… I hadn’t worn a dress in such a long time. Not that I looked hideous in a dress. With the black boots I managed to dig out of my closet, I’d say I looked pretty kick-ass.

      “Skye.” He stopped me before going in. I reluctantly looked at him. “Listen. I’m really glad you decided to help me out today. Thank you for that. And I’m sorry that I hadn’t been there as much as I thought I would. I didn’t realize how distant we were to you. I’ll try to be… less of a workaholic, okay?”

      I stared at him. I didn’t know whether to hug him or laugh in his face. Didn’t he think that it’s too little, too late? But I guessed he was trying. So I nodded, even gave him a small smile. But I knew better than to trust him wholly. I’ll wait and see. Trying wasn’t exactly the same as Doing.

      We went in, and the hostess led us to a table under a tall, green, fake tree. The man and who I assumed was his son both stood up at our approach. Ah, such manners.

      “Tom,” the man greeted my dad. “Nice to finally meet you face-to-face.”

      “My pleasure, Norton.” The dads shook hands while we kids stared awkwardly. “This is my daughter, Skye.”

      “Hello, Mr. Graham,” I said politely, shaking his hand. I ignored his glances at my hair.

      “You have such a lovely daughter!” Mr. Graham said to my father, while I gritted my teeth. I hated being talked about like I wasn’t even there. “This is my son, Roger.”

      Roger said his hellos, and then we finally sat down. After we ordered, the two men went on to talk about blahblah, so I took the time to study Roger, who was staring into nothing. He wasn’t that bad looking; tall, dark, and… on the slim side. A bit serious-looking. I bet he was real smart, too.

      He looked up, catching me staring. He smiled awkwardly, playing with his glass of water. “So, uh, Skye… Your hair is very unique.”