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seemed afraid of Mick.
    She smirked back. “No, I do it with love, you three belong to me and I know what's best for you.”
    Caroline cocked an eyebrow. “We belong to you do we?”
    She nodded and said, “Yes, is there a problem with that?”
    Caroline replied like you would when not trying to upset a hungry wolf, “No, no problem.  Just clarifying.”
    The silly grin from the scary lady driving the truck was priceless.  We all laughed.  I marveled at how tight knit our group was and hoped that we could bring Matt around or I was afraid we'd be looking for a new lead guitarist one day.  It was after conversations like this that I missed David, he was a cog that fit into our machine just right.
    I just hoped we didn't have to perform with J8.  I love her music to death and am a huge fan, but her chord progressions are extremely tricky just like her mother's, and most guitarists can't pull them off.  David would have just simplified the chords but we are all afraid Matt may try to play them, and he isn't quite as good as David was.

Chapter 2 – Mei
    After having a good breakfast, we headed to the load out for the performers that was cordoned off on Chicheley Street off of York.  It took almost a half hour before we could get into the load out.  We showed our participant badges and then Caroline and I stood politely by as Mick unloaded all of our equipment onto two dollies.  We attempted to help, but I'm pretty sure she growled or something close to it when we tried.
    Then she gave us a half scrunched up face smile and said,  “Back in a flash.”  She jumped into the truck and pulled back into the stop and go traffic in search of a car park.
    I grabbed the handle on one dolly and Carol the other and we grinned at each other as we started pulling the heavily laden transports toward Jubilee Gardens.  As we struggled with our loads, Caroline said idly,  “I still can't believe we've made it to round three. It's so bloody exciting.”
    I nodded in agreement.  “I feel like an impostor on stage with all those famous vocalists.  And, of course, they are so hot.”  I grinned like a git.
    She rolled her eyes playfully and she said for my benefit, “There is that.”  Then she cocked her head at me.  “All the years I've known you, you've only gone out with someone once or twice.  And those are usually girls Mick sets you up with.  You need to put yourself out there more.  You can't live off of your superstar crushes.”
    I looked down at my feet as we made our way through the crowds.  It seemed even more packed than the previous two weeks. This was her annual, “Why aren't you dating?” talk.  It generally followed one of her breakups.  I think she is projecting a bit.  She's back on the dating scene and she doesn't want to be alone while she sifts through all the wankers until she finds a bloke she can knock the rough edges off of.
    I replied, “I'm not good around people.”  Then added slyly, “And if you need a wing woman, all you have to do is ask.  I'm always there for you.”
    She grinned and said, “Yes you are.  Best friend I ever had.”  Then she whispered just barely above the sounds of the gathering crowds,  “What do you think of the bloke down at the record shop?  Ian?”
    I squeaked out a “Ha!  I knew you were sweet on him!  And I don't know, he's a good egg, but you deserve someone who will make all your dreams come true.”
    She snorted. “I meant to date, not to settle down with Kace.  Not like I'm going to have his babies or anything, but he looks like a good shag.”
    I opened my mouth in shock and blinked.  “Bloody hell Car, you sound like Mick!”
    She was blushing profusely.  “I was trying to sound aloof and worldly.  I can't pull it off?”
    I shook my head.  “No, you can't.  But we love you anyway.”  She beamed at that and we found stage C and wheeled our carts behind it.  Other bands had already dropped their equipment off.  And a couple