"Absolutely," he said.

"I always thought you were the cute one," I said, smiling.

"Thanks."

"Did I ever tell you why I was there, why I ever showed up when he called?"

"No. I just thought you two were friends."

"Not at all. I was always scared of guys from St. Marks. I'd finished my first year of college in California and had a nervous breakdown. I came home and was so depressed I couldn't even finish my sentences. My mom and dad thought I needed a hobby, they knew Nick was looking for a girl singer, so they gave me Nick's number."

"Wait, how did they know Nick?" he asked.

"Well, you know how my dad's a psychologist and my mom's a social worker?"

"...Yes..."

"They know Nick's mom. Okay, here's the thing: They are members of the Dallas Society for Psychoanalytic Psychology, which hosts lectures and events. They attend the events because that's how they renew their mental health licenses every year."

"I'm really curious to see how this ends up with you at rehearsal that day,"
he said.

"...So, one of the events is this annual talent show the members do every year."

"Oh, God, that's sweet!"