Page 41 of Perfect Pitch

She doesn’t say anything else.

Mitch:

I’m sorry, Austyn. It was pointed out to me I wasn’t prepared for someone that would impact me the way you did.

Austyn:

Because you expected me to pump you for information about your illustrious job?

Even through text, I can feel the sarcasm of her words.

Mitch:

No, because I hate surprises and you’re the biggest one to drop into my life in a long time.

Dots move back and forth for a while before all I get back from her is:

Austyn:

Oh.

I decide to push my luck.

Mitch:

Can we start again?

Austyn:

When?

I look at the schedule tacked to the bulletin board in the kitchen.

Mitch:

Unfortunately, not for a few days. I’m on shift.

Austyn:

hen text me. My schedule’s open except a few gigs.

Mitch:

Sounds good. Night, Beats.

I hit send before I can delete the last part.

Austyn:

Beats??? Where the hell did that come from?

With a quirk of my lips, I type back.

Mitch:

Every club I’ve been to, the DJ cranks the bass so loud it pounds in my head for days. I have a feeling once your beat sinks into my soul, nothing will ever be the same.

Instead of being offended, she sends me back a screen filled of laughing emojis before she comments,

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