“What about Eva?”
“I called her and she was just going to bed. She was up all night writing. And if she suggests to me one more time that I should write a song about a vampire, I’m going to bite her face.”
“Wow,” I said.
“What’s up with you? You look like crap.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you sick?”
“Nope.”
“Bad night or something?”
“Leave it ator something,” I said.
“Come listen to this song,” Zoe said.
We sat on the couch and I dug right into the breakfast bag.
A sausage, egg, and cheese on a bagel sandwich was just what I needed to get my morning started. And it would help supplement the curves on my hips. The ones that Maverick had grabbed last night…
“Here’s version one,” Zoe said.
I chased away all thoughts of Maverick and listened to the song.
I nodded along.
Zoe had serious talent.
“Now, here is another version,” she said.
I listened to the same song again, this time with more instruments added to it.
Zoe stared at me like this was the biggest decision of her life.
I sat there, chomping on my greasy breakfast sandwich.
“Well?” Zoe asked. “Pick one.”
“Me? I have to choose? I don’t like choosing.”
“I know you don’t like choosing. Which one is better though?”
“They’re both great.”
“That’s not what I want to hear,” Zoe said.
“Well, why not just have both?”
“Both?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
Zoe stood up. “Both versions. Why didn’t I think of that?”
I put my feet up on the coffee table. “See? You don’t have to choose. You don’t have to commit to one version of a song. Screw that. Right?”
