Rebellious
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“And the grand prize,” Rebecca announced, “goes to Kirk Helmson’s team.”
Cheers broke out among the teams, including Mason’s.
“Hey, bro,” Mas said with a laugh, “you finally won the Steward Cup.”
Kirk snorted. “You mean Stanley Cup.”
“Sure, whatev.”
Kirk collected the tiny metal trophy on behalf of his team and congratulated everyone as if they really had won the most coveted prize in the NHL.
“You guys want to meet up for drinks later?” Aaron asked after we had packed up our instruments to leave. As part of the event, we had agreed to play a couple of our songs off the debut album. The president of the record label had been quite clear: under no condition were we to play anything from the upcoming album. And basically whatever he said, we did. No questions asked.
“Count me in,” I said. Kirk and Mason also agreed to meet up at our favorite bar.
On my way to my apartment, I stopped at a grocery store and wandered up and down the aisles, grabbing whatever appealed to me and didn’t require much thought. Cooking wasn’t one of my favorite pastimes.
As I pushed my shopping cart down the cereal aisle, I spotted a woman I’d never thought I’d see again—a woman I had known back when we were kids. Only I didn’t remember her looking quite so hot back then, with her long copper hair in a messy ponytail. The woman who was my ex-girlfriend-from-high-school’s little sister.
The woman signing with her hands…to a four-year-old boy.
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