I was drinking
beer
that night with Mikayla. After three
Hamm's
I felt ready to share.
"I have something I want to tell you."
"Ah of course. This is why you wanted to hang out." Mikayla laughed and took a long swig of beer. "Come on, what is it?" She signaled for another beer.
"You know Mike Dean? The guy who's going performing this Friday?"
She nodded.
"Well he used to be part of this band. Called Critical Ma$$."
She nodded. Her fingers pointed at the Hamm's, silently telling me to take another.
I opened my fourth can, took a cold sip, felt its bubbles invigorate through my head and neck.
"Well did you know. That the band was decently large just up until last year. But they disbanded because last summer their frontman killed himself?"
"Oh wow, no way? That's dark."
"Yeah. And I only found out about it because this guy who came in asking about the party insisted I look this band up."
"Did he tell you about the suicide?"
"No. But I remember him taking a moment. This look on his face." I recalled that flash of gloom overtaking his face before he resumed his suave grin.
"Will he be there? Sounds like someone has a crush."