Last Breath by Diane Hoh

Author:Diane Hoh [Hoh, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2013-08-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

CASSIDY KNEW SHE SHOULD just forget about the letter. There was no way to prove that she’d ever had it. And freaking out about it was just making things worse. But something in her refused to admit defeat.

“Lola signed it,” she said as she left the desk and sat down on the bed, hands folded in her lap. “She did. The letter said that because the dance was a benefit for the mental health clinic, Misstery would waive their fee. I was thrilled, because that meant we’d save a lot of money.”

“It’s weird that you didn’t tell us that,” Ann said. “I’d think you would have told everyone.”

“I forgot. I got busy and I forgot,” Cassidy said defiantly. She had meant to tell them, it was such good news. But then something else had happened and the letter had flown right out of her mind.

Out of the hole in her mind?

Her head ached. “It was such a nice letter,” she said almost dreamily, staring down at her fingers. She noticed that the pink nail polish was chipped on the little finger of her left hand. It looked gross. She would have to fix that, first chance she got. “For a musician, Lola writes a very nice letter.”

No one said anything.

Cassidy lifted her head. “Maybe it’s in your room, Sophie,” she said. “Maybe it got mixed in with your mail after I opened it. I think you should go look.”

Sophie and Ann exchanged a weary glance.

“Give it up, Cassidy,” Talia said. “Even if you found the letter now, Misstery is already scheduled to play somewhere else the night of the dance. We’ll find another group to play.”

“I think I know someone who might be able to get us a great group,” Ann said quickly. “Tobie Shea is a friend of Cal Donner, the lead singer for Tattoo.”

Cassidy’s upper lip curled in distaste. “Tattoo? They’re a rock group. Strictly rock. They wouldn’t play a slow, romantic song if you held a gun to their heads.”

“You’re exaggerating.” Ann glanced around at the other faces in the room. “Isn’t she?”

“No, she’s not,” Talia said heavily. “She’s right. Tattoo is okay, but not for the kind of dance we’re having. Their sound just doesn’t go with black and silver, candles and flowers.”

“Well, it’s not like we have a lot of choices on such short notice,” Ann snapped.

“Hey,” Sawyer said, “this isn’t a meeting of the dance committee, okay? We can talk about this stuff tomorrow. Sophie, put some music on. I’d like to relax a little before I call it a night.”

Cassidy stood up. Suddenly, she couldn’t stand the sight of any of them. They all thought her brain was turning to spaghetti. And they made her think that, too. “I think we should call it a night right now,” she said, her voice flat and emotionless. “Travis, we’ve got that bike ride tomorrow. If we’re too tired, we won’t be able to keep up with everyone else.” She had no intention of going on that bike ride, but if she admitted that now, they’d all want to know why.

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