Lucky Caller(72)

And it wouldn’t be the last moment we all shared, either. The group chat would still erupt every now and then. Jamie and I would go to Sasha’s volleyball matches against IUPUI. We would all meet up when Sasha and Joydeep were back over the holidays.

Jamie and I would spend as much time together as we could amid classes and family stuff. We were an ongoing moment—one I hoped I would never see the end of.

Right now the members of Existential Dead stared up at me from Joydeep’s phone, and I focused in on Tyler Bright’s bearded face. “He’s got sunglasses on,” I said. “You can only see, like, one-sixteenth of his facial geography.”

“Look at that nose and tell me you can definitively state it’s not the nose of our friend and benefactor Dr. Dan Hubler.”

“I can’t say it’s not his nose, but I can’t say it is his nose either.”

“Schr?dinger’s nose,” Sasha said, and we debated it until I checked my monitor and caught sight of the time.

“Hey, we got a link coming up.”

“Excellent.” Joydeep reached for his headphones. “Ready on your cue, Madame Producer.”

I watched the counter on the current song, and when the time came, pushed up the volume slider, pressed the button, and we were on-air once more.