Absolutely Unforgivable(80)

As we sat down she started in right away with her questions. They were your typical interview questions like how did you meet, did it bother me that all the girls were screaming for Billy throughout every performance, and so on. She talked to Billy a bit about how the band got together and what the name meant.

I turned my head to look at him, wondering what story he was going to tell her live early morning TV. I held my breath as he grinned and told her the story about how the name served as a reminder that women may come and go but friendship lasts forever. He shrugged. “It just reminds us that friendship is more important than some fling.”

I finally relaxed, grateful he didn’t add the typical “and no bitch is worth all that shit” to the story, which he had done so many times in the past. I squeezed Billy’s hand but when he didn’t squeeze it back I looked his way again. He was looking down at the ground.

The host turned to me next. “So tell me, Stacy, what was it like to suddenly wake up one day and be famous?”

“It was exactly like that,” I said enthusiastically. “I woke up one day and I had Trista, the band’s manager, telling me about all these Twitter followers and how many views our videos had on YouTube. I couldn’t believe it.”

I turned my head towards Trista who was standing behind the camera with Brick. He was slowly shaking his head, mouthing “no”. I think he was a little bit panicked that I would reveal he had been tweeting as me. But I knew better than to do that.

“The great thing about Twitter is that you don’t really feel like you are sending out a message to thousands and thousands of followers. It’s just like you are talking to a few friends, like I was saying, hey Mindy this is what I’m wearing tonight, what do you think about it? But in reality that message would go out to everyone. It’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that I now have over 200,000 followers. It doesn’t even seem possible.”

I paused for a moment and continued. “It’s strange, really, if you think about it. I can’t sing. I don’t even know how to play a real instrument, all I really am is ambiance, Billy’s arm candy. Heck, even our sound guy Patrick can play the keyboard and his girlfriend Tiffany can play the piano. If you ever heard her play it would make you cry it’s so beautiful.”

“Now that’s not true. A little birdie told me that you and Billy have a song that you sing with him. Tell us about that.”

I knew immediately who that little birdie was and she was standing behind the camera right now next to Brick in her navy blue pencil skirt and spiked heels.

I blushed as I told the host of the show the story of our love song. “I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t think anyone knew about that. It’s not really a song that the band plays. It’s just something Billy and I played around with when we are at home alone.”

The host nodded her head and softly said, “Uh huh,” as if she wanted me to go on.

“I had heard a song before playing on the radio and immediately fell in love with it. Billy said that we could do one better so we sat down and wrote our own love song.”

There was some shuffling behind me and as I turned my head Tiffany was sitting behind a piano that had now appeared on the stage where Billy and I once stood. Turning back to Billy, I saw him getting up to grab his guitar.

The host asked, “What are we going to have to do to get you to sing it for us?”

“No, no, no.” I shook my head furiously. “I couldn’t. Oh my goodness no”.

I looked up at Billy as he was now putting the guitar strap over his shoulder. “No please,” I muttered softly as I looked into his eyes. He didn’t actually say the words but mouthed, “For me?”

In the background I could hear Tiffany start to play the first few notes of the song. Billy leaned against the arm of the loveseat with his acoustic guitar in hand, where I sat looking up at him with my hand on his knee.

“Your heartbeat helps me sleep at night and your kiss warms my soul.”

This time Billy didn't look to the camera as he performed. He never took his eyes off of me and I never stopped looking at him. I’m pretty sure he did it because he knew if he didn’t keep me focused on him I would have bolted off of that stage so fast their heads would have been spinning.

He strummed the chords on his guitar and continued to sing the romantic sweet words of the song we had written together. As he sang the words, “My arms feel empty when you aren’t in them. My love for you grows every day. My heart aches for you in each and every way,” a single tear fell down my cheek.