Page 36 of Sweet Music

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Farmboy7:

sure but who could trust your judgement? you like cash law and he’s basically a glorified elvis impersonator

Sweet_Jane:

First, there’s nothing wrong with The King!!!

And I would say cash is definitely developing his own sound lately.

Seems like a nice guy too.

Why do you hate him?

Farmboy7:

i don’t hate him

not really

but don’t you think rockabilly is over?

Sweet_Jane:

How can it be over if it still makes you want to dance?

Farmboy7:

i really do think i love yousweet jane

are you sure no real names?

Sweet_Jane:

Very sure.

G2G

Early day tomorrow!

She closed her laptop and just for fun, let herself imagine what it would be like to meet Farmboy in real life. Would he be dreamy? Would he have kind eyes?

She had a vague picture of him in her mind—strong and handsome with floppy brown hair.

When I’m actually eighteen, maybe we’ll meet in real life, she told herself.

But she knew she wouldn’t really want to meet him. Anyone as cool as Farmboy was guaranteed to be good-looking and popular. And he’d be disappointed as soon as he saw that his Sweet Jane was really just plain Bella Wood.

He’s my best friend, she reminded herself.That’s a lot more important than having a boyfriend.

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CASH

Cash pulled up in front of his parents’ house, knowing it was getting late for a farmer’s hours, and that he’d now gone a day and a half without sleep.

He was tempted to just go on to the purple house and call it a night. Mom hadn’t just made up the bed and aired the place out. She had obviously washed all his clothes too. He might be wearing his old, ripped jeans and t-shirts from high school, but it was good to know he could stay. There had even been a brand-new toothbrush waiting for him in the bathroom.

He could be in bed in ten minutes if he just went to his own place after dropping Dad’s truck off.

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