Just yesterday, Troy called her and invited her to come meet the latest group rolling through town. "Call it a trip down memory lane," were his exact words. That confused her greatly. From what she remembered, she didn't know any music groups. "Maybe it's just a band that I've met before. Yeah, that's who it is. A band I've met before," she kept repeating to herself, mostly to soothe her nerves.
At five-thirty Tasha left her house for the hall. Once she got there, Tasha had to meet Troy by the G entrance. From there, Tasha would get to meet the "mystery group."
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the concert hall. "Hi Troy," she said as they embraced.
"Come on. You've gotta meet these guys," Troy said pulling her towards the entrance.
As the pair made their way backstage, Tasha's mind was spinning. She didn't know why she was nervous. She was so caught up in her own world that she accidentally collided with a taller, bleach-blond guy.
Unfortunately, he was holding a can of Dr. Pepper, which spilled all over her white jean Capri’s. "Oh my gosh! I am so incredibly sorry," the blond said.
"Where can I clean these off?" she asked, staring down at her pants.
"I have a sink in my dressing room. You could use that," he said matter-of-factly.
"Lead the way," she laughed.
When they got to the dressing room, the young man had time to introduce himself. "I'm Lance," he said, holding out his hand.
"Tasha," she said shaking it.
Lance gave Tasha a pair of Adidas running pants to wear till her Capri’s were clean. "Who's this?" Tasha inquired of a picture of a girl that looked remarkably like her at the same age.
"That's me and my best friend Tasha back in Mississippi," he said sighing at the end.
Tasha was also from Mississippi, so she pressed on, "was her nickname Sweets?"
"Yeah, it was," Lance said, catching on to what might be a happy reunion.
Tahsa stood dead still ‘til she collapsed onto the nearest couch crying.
"Why are you crying?" Lance asked giving her a tissue.
"I'm Sweets,” she said.
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