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DANNY Part Five by Roberta J. Cabot This is a story about Daniel, a guy with a unique talent and an even more unique problem: A great singing voice and the looks of his gorgeous sister, and how he and his family and friends deal with life with him having breasts. And now, it is coming close to that moment, when he has to choose the path his life would go - between being a girl or remaining a guy. Things are finally coming to a head for Dan & his gang. Author's Note: I started writing this December 2005, soon after I discovered the soon-to-be-defunct Fictionmania site, and I decided to try my hand at writing Transgender Fiction. And it took me this long to build up the courage to actually upload it for others to enjoy (or not - your option heheh). I recently resurrected what little I had of my old story, cleaned them up and posted them in four parts in Crystal's Storysite and other sites (BCTS et cetera). And though I am by no means a real writer, I am trying my darndest to finish the rest of the story - I thank everyone that gave me encouragement, either through emails or comments in the sites. It is because of them that I am persevering with this. This fifth installment is the result. Feedback would be most appreciated. Through the friends I made in these sites, I found out from them that FM was back. So everything's come full circle. Here's the story now. Feedback would be most appreciated, so I do hope people write me back. I hope you will forgive any grammatical and literary flubs that you see, and any problems in format. Further, given that this little piece had close to five years of gestation, many of the cultural referents will be off - for example, many of the songs used in the story are not current but in the story they're treated as if they were, yet at the same time other songs are really current songs. I hope you will forgive the temporal mismatch here, and try and enjoy the story despite this. Apologies also if the quoted lyrics are wrong - I got most of them off the net, or from my own memory - I didn't get them off official sources. So, without further ado, here we go with Part Five. Hope you like? (Don't forget! Feedback please!!) ***** Part Five: Going Home; Revelations In Part Five, we see how Danny and the guys celebrate their triumph at the concert, how Morgan and Danielle open their hearts and reveal their true feelings about Danny, how Danny's boss discovers his secret, and how Danny takes care of his fans. Fourteen: After the Concert ***** (Danny) ***** It was a major operation, this contest thing. Janet had dipped into the band's bank account and splurged for a semi-large U-Haul trailer that Dale towed behind his Ford, as well as a budget for incidentals like toll fees, gas and food. Maybe even enough for a couple of motel rooms if it gets too late and we get too tired to drive anymore. I didn't even know the band had a bank account. All I knew was that I got paid a share of what the band makes during our gigs. I was getting one- twelfth of our billings, net of taxes, and I thought that was a little low. But when I saw the bankbook, and Dale showed me the band's financial ledger - it was all there in neat rows of names and numbers. The upshot of it was that everyone got one-twelfth of the band's earnings, even Janet, and another twelfth was put in a time deposit for each band member, which the band member can withdraw if he or she quits the band. That makes one sixth per member. One-twelfth was reserved for contingency fees to other people (like Marie, our pseudo-producer) and another twelfth for miscellaneous expenses, but if not used up, they're put in the time-deposit account distributed equally to everyone. I looked at Dale, impressed at his organizational skills, fairness and forethought. But he pointed out it was all Janet's doing. "I just do the bookkeeping," Dale said. "It's all Janet, really. She wanted to make the band a business as well as something that everyone shared." He said that they had to recompute to accommodate me - before, when there were only four of them, each member's share was one-tenth of the earnings, so Janet decided to keep all of what they had in the current account, and start from scratch with a new one, hence no problem with the recomputing. "No one really complained much at the percent reduction," Dale said, "since Janet said we'd probably have more gigs than the once-a-week we used to have at Mario's. But two shows at Mario's instead of one wasn't what we were really hoping for." I laughed at that. "Still," Dale said, "with Mario almost doubling our rate per set and allowing us to do three or four instead of the one set per night is netting us more than three times what each of us made before. Too bad that he's gone to one show per week again..." This was all news to me. Anyway, about the U-Haul trailer - since the authorized signatories for the bank account were both Janet and Dale, we had to get Janet to agree to the U-Haul. It took Dale AND my cajoling to get Janet to say yes. Otherwise, we'd be carrying our equipment on our laps in our individual cars (and Dale's van). "Besides," Dale told her, "it's not gonna cost us much more than a couple of hundred." "You're forgetting the deposit, the insurance, et cetera, et cetera..." said Janet. "But, Janet," I said, "they'll return the deposit afterwards. And I don't want to have to shlep around guitars and keyboards and stuff. Please?..." I comically batted my eyelashes at her. She burst out laughing, gave me a kiss and agreed to it, and actually did one better - she had a couple of thousand withdrawn for the rental as well as contingencies. "You owe me, kid," she said when she signed the withdrawal slip. The couple of thousand was totally over and above what we needed, but best to be safe. "No problem if we don't use it all up," Dale said. "We'll just deposit it back later." Anyway, with the ten thousand-dollar prize, we more than made back whatever we spent, and we had a shot at becoming more than just a garage band - included in the prize was a possible recording contract (there would be a demo and audition first, though) as well as being opening acts for a couple of teen concerts that the sponsoring company was organizing. The sponsor was RockrGrrl Guitars, a fairly-new guitar manufacturer that makes guitars specifically for girls and women. Somewhat similar to Daisy Rock Guitars - the RockrGrrl guitars were light-weight guitars that had narrower necks, with some models having a shorter scale length and reduced spacing between the frets, which made the guitars easier to play for girls with their smaller hands and bodies. The awarding had taken more than an hour to complete, which included the inevitable plugs from the various sponsors, breaks in the videotaping for commercials, the awarding of the check for ten thousand dollars, the awarding of gift vouchers and guitars from the sponsor, and an impromptu encore song. Since there were three "girls" in our band, we were given three complementary RockrGrrl guitars complete with cases - a pair of six-string single-cutaway electric guitars, similar in look to the classic Gibson Les Paul (though a little smaller), one of them a bass, plus a standard-looking (although again smaller in size) acoustic guitar with a built-in pickup and jack. The bass was in an imitation mother-of- pearl white top and the other one in a solid candy-pink. The acoustic guitar had a mint-green finish with a marble look to it. All that Dale and Mongo got were small gift checks. Mweheheheh... June and Janet got first dibs, but June said we could have them as she's not too interested in guitars. Janet took one look at them, shuddered a bit at the saccharine color schemes, so all three ended up being mine. I was at once elated (that I had three, count em! three new guitars), but also disappointed in that they were girl guitars. Or more properly, "grrl" guitars. Heheh. The sponsor's representative who handed them to us said they were pre-tuned, just in case we wanted to give them a test drive. Talk about heavy hints... The announcer talked to each of us, starting with Janet, asking our names, how we got started as a band, and how we felt about winning, as well as some other inanities. Dale took the opportunity to plug the band a bit, casually mentioning our once-a-week gig at Mario's (It used to be twice a week, but Mario's cut it down to just Saturdays now). The announcer finished up with me. He introduced me as Dannie Fairchild (of course, the spelling of 'Dannie' couldn't be heard via the interview unless I actually spelled it out), and asked me the same sort of things. I couldn't get much said as the loud and un-ending cheers kept drowning me out. I was able to talk about how I got started with the band, though, and how I loved being part of the group. I also got to talk about my friends and pointed to them. A spotlight was turned on the guys. I can't remember my exact words, though, but I did get to mention Nikki by name as my "special friend," and she waved enthusiastically and gave me a flying kiss. Everyone laughed and roared in appreciation at that, and the host wrapped up the interview. We all gave a bow - the usual stage bow, with us holding hands and bowing at the same time, and the audience responded with thundering applause. And even after repeated bows, the audience didn't want to stop clapping and cheering. The announcer stepped off the stage and the floodlights clicked on, so I guess it was our turn again, for our "encore" song. As the cheers started to fade, we went into a huddle. I said I wanted to play "Real" by Plumb. Janet agreed - she loved the pop-song beat of the song, with lots of hooks that guaranteed it to be a hit. For me, it was more. For me, the words had meaning. I put my old guitar down, slung the new candy-pink electric's strap around my neck, plugged in, cleared my throat and tried to project the image I had in my mind. I waited until the hubbub of the crowd died out, and in the almost virtual silence, I started playing the new guitar. The frets felt like they were tailored to my hand. So much easier than my fake strat. As I plucked the strings, the sound reverberated in the hall. "Look at me, I'm twenty three, beautiful - a sight to see tonight," I sang plaintively to the listening audience. "A little dress to draw the press, and I'll be leaving all the rest behind." Janet strummed a bridge chord, and I sang the next verse. "Well, be pleased, girl, if this is what you wanted. The whole world is watching you take the stage. What will you say?" Dale, Mongo and June got in the act, and we went into high gear. "Aren't I lovely, and do you want me, cause I am hungry for something that will make me real! Can you see me, and do you love me, cause I am desperately searching for something real!" The guys dialed it back a bit for the next verse. "I close my eyes, imagine time will not forget my sacrifice," I sang. Janet crabbed her guitar and made it go, "wowowowowow." That was hard to do without an effects box, but she did it purely from the frets. June, Janet and I harmonized the next line. "I numb the ache and decorate my emptiness, stand naked in the light." I went solo again as Janet and Dale strummed the bridge chord. "Well, be pleased, world, if this is what you wanted. This young girl is everything that you made. What will she say?" The guys fired it up again for the refrain. "Aren't I lovely, and do you want me, cause I am hungry for something that will make me real! "Can you see me, and do you love me cause I am desperately searching for something real!" The guys pulled back, leaving me to sing the next lines, lonely and vulnerable. "The world goes home. The lights go down. My lipstick fades away." I got a little teary-eyed. The lyrics were more than words to me. Like the song was about me. But I shook off the melancholy waves, and we fired it up again for the final part, and I sang my heart out. "And do you want me cause I am hungry for something that will make me real. Can you see me, and do you love me, cause I am desperately searching for something real!" Like always, I had goosebumps as we played together flawlessly, like the well-oiled machine that we were. And I repeated the lines. "And do you want me cause I am hungry for something that will make me real. Can you see me, and do you love me, cause I am desperately searching for something real." I repeated the last few words. "Something real! Yeah! Something real..." I stretched the last word as we faded the music away, and the applause and cheers rained down. We escaped to the backstage as the curtains came down and the applause kept going. We hugged as a group, and June was almost jumping in joy and triumph. "We did it! We did it!" June shrieked. I looked at my friends with a smile, and even in my somewhat melancholy mood, I couldn't help but feel my pride in them. My joy in them. As we wound down and mopped up our sweating necks and faces (I was lucky in that I had built-in hankies - my scarves), one of the organizers came over and told us that the girl who supposedly "fainted" (I still say she was faking it) asked to meet us. Janet agreed. The girl timidly came backstage with a couple of stage hands trailing, ready to catch her in case she "fainted" again. After looking at the five of us gooey-eyed, she shyly walked over, and said in a very meek voice, "Hi, I'm Janice." Dale came over and shook her hand, as did Mongo. June gave her a hug. "I'm June," she said. Janet noticed the little flyer she had clutched in her hand, and offered to sign it. All of the band took turns signing Janice's flyer, and when it came to me, I wiped my sweaty hand on one of the scarves, took the pen and signed it with a flourish. "To Janice," I wrote, "thank you so much for being a fan. Love, Dannie." (I almost wrote Danny). I handed it to her and gave her a hug. She squeezed back so strongly, it was hard to breathe. She then snuck a kiss on my lips, and whispered in my ear, "You're wonderful. I love you." I gave her another light squeeze before gently pushing her away. "Thank you, Janice," I said, being careful of what I said. "We all appreciate it." "No, no," she shook her head, holding my hands in a death grip. "I really love you. I'll do anything..." The two stage hands gently but firmly pulled her away, one of them looked back at me and shrugged apologetically. "Wait, goddamnit!" we could faintly hear her say as she was led off the stage. "Groupies," I said, looked back at everyone and shrugged. June giggled. "What," I said a little irritatedly. June pointed at my sleeves and I noticed I was missing my scarves. Groupies like to take souvenirs, after all... After we all signed some paperwork and shook the hands of the organizers, Morgan and the others came over and we loaded up the U-Haul with everyone's band stuff, as well as the three new guitars, and piled into the cars - Dale's big Ford, Joanne's van and my 'stang. Danielle went back in and made sure to get a copy of the final signed documents. She came out as we finished loading up. "Got it," Danielle said, waving it in the air. "Just in time, too," I said. "just as we've finished loading up." Everyone laughed and Danielle chased me around the parking lot. Most of the other bands had gone, except for a few that stayed behind to congratulate us. It was getting late after all. After all our band stuff was securely packed in the U-Haul, we had to take back all our overnighters and pile them and other stuff in the back of either Dale's Ford, Joanne's little van or the trunk of my mustang, the rest we would carry on our laps. As it was an overnight thing at worst, Janet insisted that we only bring a couple of changes of clothes and essential toiletries. The girls, of course, stretched that rule though, but they were unusually restrained in the amount of their baggage - no more than two bags apiece. As Nikki got in my car's passenger seat, and June and Janet got in the back (Danielle wanted to ride with Joanne), Janet tapped my shoulder. "Mr. Taylor, the event manager said that our show is gonna be featured on MTV or VH1 or something." When I was younger, MTV and all the music TV channels were kings of the airwaves. Nowadays, they're not as big, so I didn't know if that was such a big deal. Janet went on. "He also said that they might feature a few of the segments on The Today Show and Good Morning America." "Cool," I answered back laconically. "What's wrong, Danny," Nikki said. "I'm glad we won and all," I said, "it's just that it's gonna be seen on TV." Nikki gave me a hug. "It's all right, Danny," Nikki said. "Remember the plan? If anyone connects this to you, we say it was Danielle and not you." Wonder of wonders, Betsy was able to make it in time to meet us at the parking lot, in nothing less than a chauffeured limo. (The chauffeur being their butler, Walter.)Betsy came out of the back of the limousine, dressed in club clothes just like the rest of the guys, and ran to my car. "Danny," she shrieked and leaned in through the driver's window and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Betsy!" I exclaimed. "You came." "I'm so sorry I couldn't make it. Dad was inaugurating a building upstate and he wanted mom and me there for the ribbon cutting. But I'm here now." Betsy wanted to ride with us, so we had another passenger in the mustang. Betsy had us dump most of the stuff we had with us in the limo, and Walter followed us in convoy. We heard an electronic buzzing coming from the glove compartment and pulled out one of Mongo's Radio Shack walkie-talkies. "Wazzzup!" Dale exclaimed. We groaned at the hackneyed joke. I pressed the radio's button. "Danny, here," I said. "We're ready to roll." Joanne buzzed in. "We're all ready in the van as well." "Okay, guys," Dale said. "Let's boogie on outa here!" We decided to go to a restaurant of Morgan's choice - a Chinese restaurant specializing in dumplings. Walter, Betsy's family butler, now temporary chauffeur, went ahead of us and arranged for a table for the group, and we ended up sitting in a big, round table with a hot pot in the middle, and an unbelievably large Lazy Susan. We all deferred to Morgan and he ordered up a mess of pork hsui mai, chicken dumplings, cellophane rice noodles with beef and cauliflower, egg drop soup, a pot of lemongrass tea, a kind of drink with little round tapioca balls and gelatin cubes, sweet-and-sour pork, and chinese fried rice. "Wow," Janet commented, "you're some kind of Chinese food connoisseur." "But of course," Morgan said. Walter took a small table away from us and placed an order for himself with our waiter. He also handed a small card to the waiter - presumably a credit card. "The meal's on me," Betsy said. "Or, actually, on Daddy's credit card." She shrugged. "It's the least I can do to make up for not being able to join the contest." "No big, Bets," I said, and gave her a hug. None of the band had changed attire, with Janet and June still in their Beyonce-licious best, and Dale and Mongo in their dark-brown leather jackets over a shiny electric-blue silk shirt (in the case of Mongo, it was electric green). I was still wearing my large jacket over the tube top, the big belt buckle over the pouf skirt, and the stiletto boots. And everyone else were in their club clothes. Good thing the place was a bit upscale so our group didn't unduly stand out. ***** (Nikki) ***** We found ourselves in a restaurant of Morgan's choosing. We were given a big table, enough to accommodate the entire group, and we made a boisterous time of it. I kept my arm firmly around Dan's waist, and he had his around my shoulders. I sighed and looked up, trying to pay attention to Dale. But Dan's sexy, slightly musky scent distracted me. Mongo had brought one of the Rockrgrrl electrics and stowed it under the table, presumably to examine it a bit later. Dale was going on about the demise of classical music in the popular culture, and how everyone could benefit from a good dose of culture. Mongo suddenly broke in, saying that the others who left early were lucky to be spared this. Dale threw a roll, and a food fight erupted. If it weren't for the maitre d', it would have gotten out of hand. It felt like deja vu. As the hilarity died out, we got down to some serious eating. I noisily sucked my tapioca-and-gelatin drink but the little tapioca balls would get stuck in the straw. I reversed the straw to get at the stuck little jelly balls, and continued my noisy drinking. Betsy used a fork to eat her cellophane noodles by twirling them onto a fork and Danny expertly maneuvered slices of sweet-and-sour pork to his mouth with chopsticks. Mongo got a couple of little slivers of raw beef and a bunch of greens with his chopsticks and dropped them into the boiling water of the hotpot. Joanne looked at Drew trying to eat fried rice with chopsticks without much luck, so, taking a cue from some of the patrons in the restaurant, Joanne got a spoonful of rice, said "Here!" and popped it into Drew's mouth. Everyone giggled at Drew's surprised expression. She chewed the food in comical enthusiasm, went, "Mmmm!" and gave Joanne a garlicky kiss on the cheek. For good measure, Joanne did the same to June, and she also gave her the same kind of kiss on Joanne's other cheek. "Yuck!" Mel complained, and everyone laughed. June and Drew really did look and act like twins, though not as close as Danny and Danielle. The novelty of the restaurant was wonderful, and although the food was great, the way you ate the food was an adventure all by itself and made it fun and memorable. Much of the meal was eaten in appreciative silence except for the munching, the odd burp (typically from Mickey), and various sighs of appreciation. We talked about the evening, and the wonderful time we all had at the concert, and Mel and Joanne couldn't get over the large crowd. Ever the curious guy, Jerry asked about the prizes. Janet showed them the check for ten grand and Danielle brought out the "limited engagement" contract that they all signed. I grabbed it, looked it over with Danielle, and tried to decipher the legalese. As far as I could tell, the band was given an option to be the opening acts at two RockrGrrl concerts (to be determined later), and one audition for a recording company. Sounds like a great opportunity for the band to get signed up. "What else?" Betsy asked. Mongo brought out the cotton-candy pink hardshell guitar case and popped it open. Inside was the rock-candy pink electric guitar, as well as a set of pink and black tweed guitar cables, a little packet that contained replacement steel-strings and a bunch of cherry-red guitar picks. "Wow," Betsy said. "That guitar's real pretty!" Mongo handed the guitar over and Betsy put the strap on around her shoulder. She pantomimed strumming the guitar like a glam-rock singer, pinwheeling her arm in a big circle before hitting the strings. "Look at me," Betsy said. "I'm Dannie!" "Look at me, I'm twenty-three," June and Drew sang and giggled themselves silly. Me, too, actually. Danny laughed and gestured for the guitar. "Hold the bottom of this glass against it," Danny said to me, and got me to hold a drinking glass against the guitar. He played the guitar, and a distinct sound could be heard, but not loud. Equally quietly, Danny sang, "Well, be pleased, girl, if this is what you wanted. The whole world is watching you take the stage. What will you say?" The girls picked up the song, and sang the rest of the refrain at the top of their voices. "Aren't I lovely, and do you want me, cause I am hungry for something that will make me real! Can you see me, and do you love me, cause I am desperately searching for something real!" The rest of the restaurant clapped in good humor, and the girls giggled and waved. "What song was that," Betsy asked, and everyone filled her in. What a fun group. ***** (Melody Piper) ***** What a fun group, I thought to myself. Danny's bunch of friends were quite boisterous but the patrons in the restaurant was quite tolerant of them. I was surprised. But I guess it was because, despite their boisterousness, they weren't too rowdy. The food throwing was a close thing, but between Danny and the maitre d', disaster was aborted in the nick of time. I was seated at a table against the far wall, well away from Danny, and hiding behind my menu, taking short peeks around it at Danny and his friends. They felt just like me and my friends way back in high school. I couldn't help but wish for my own Tracey to have such friends. Judging by what the gentleman that was with them was wearing, I concluded he was their driver. But the fact that he accompanied them into the restaurant but sat at a table away from them - probably a butler, I thought. I surveyed the kids and my experienced eye spotted the couture- quality clothes of the cute redhead (not Danny nor Danielle). The butler was probably hers. And from the K Mart quality of some of the outfits on the guys, Danny's gang had a pretty wide... demographic. Speaks well of him, I thought. Weeks ago, I heard from Tracey and a few of the kids at Tracey's school about the upcoming concert by Rockrgrrl. The guitar company obviously wanted to get on the same bandwagon that lots of shows were currently on, like American Idol, England's Got Talent, Dancing with the stars, et cetera et cetera. And, given my radio station's predominantly young listenership, I decided and called to ask the concert organizers at Rockrgrrl if we could feature the concert on the station. Even though my station was basically a hole-in-the-wall, they agreed without delay, as would any new company trying to break into a new market. They gave me a list of the ten girl-bands that passed the screening, and I noticed Unlimited Bandwidth in there. I seem to recall Danny featuring the band on his Nighthawk radio show a few times so my interest was piqued. I looked at the listing for Unlimited Bandwidth and one of its members was a Dannie Fairchild. I assumed it was Danielle, but I never heard her called Dannie ever. Could it be? At almost the last moment, I decided to go, and see if it was. I never expected to enjoy myself, but I did. Many of the bands were pretty good, but I liked Danny's band the best. And it really WAS Danny. I had been impressed with the kid before, but this was beyond expectations. And another question arose. Could it be he was like Tracey? If so, maybe he'd be good for him, and bring him out of his shell. I looked at them enjoying themselves, and I felt jealous - jealous that my Tracey didn't have that kind of relationship with his peers. I made a decision, and called up the Rockrgrrl representative I was introduced to earlier. I asked for a copy of the booth recording, and the guy promised to give a cleaned up version in a couple of days. I said, fine, but I was hoping to get a copy now, even if it was the raw, unmodified version, and that I'd be willing to sign any kind of NDA they needed. I used all my salesmanship skills, as well as a bit of name- dropping, and the guy agreed, though reluctantly. I thanked him profusely and told him that my friend Isabel (the owner of RockrGrrl) will be pleased to hear about her friendly and talented staff. The guy thanked me and said I could pick it up my copy in about twenty minutes or so. He even said I didn't need to sign an NDA. I gave Danny and his friends a last once-over, brought out my iPhone and surreptitiously took a picture of them. The waiter gave me my takeout in a large plastic bag (I deliberately selected stuff that would travel well, given the two-to-four-hour drive home) and I made sure I wasn't seen by Dan and his friends as I left for the auditorium to pick up the video. I was home in less than two hours, thanks to my driver's expertise with the car. Once home, I found Tracey in the living room area, watching SyFy again while doing something on his laptop. It wasn't a school night so I didn't chew him out for staying up so late. "Hey, Trace," I said, and proferred my cheek for a kiss. "Hi, Mom," Tracey said as he got up to give me a kiss. He sat back down on the couch, smoothening his skirt first. He was becoming very proficient in that, I thought. I noticed he'd shaved his legs again. Tracey was my pre-op son, currently going through his real-life trial. Next year, he'd qualify for the hormone treatment and then, eventually, qualify for the operation. "Did you have fun?" He asked. "Pretty much. Listen, I've got something to show you." I dropped the paper bag of food on the table, took out the DVD that the organizer's rep, Mr. Taylor, gave me from my bag, and popped it into the player. I fast-forwarded until I came to the section with Danny's band, and pressed PLAY. On the TV was the girl from Dan's band with the enormous boobs, and she sang with a synthesized effect. After that one line, Danny was on. I settled into the couch and snuggled with my son. After a bit, the video caught Tracey's eye and pretty soon, he put aside the computer and was sitting on the edge of the couch watching Danny and his friends sing their hearts out. "Who's that?" "That? The one singing? You won't be able to guess. That, my dear is the one and only Nighthawk." Tracey was a fan of the Nighthawk, as most of the kids he knew in school were, and his eyes goggled at that. "She's gorgeous!" He said. "Wow! And she's got a pretty good singing voice, too." "Wait until the next song." The taller blonde girl took over the singing. "You mean this one?" Tracey said. He didn't sound as impressed. "No. After this." We listened through the blonde girl's song, and after a moment or so, Danny took over singing another song. "What'd she do with her voice? Wow! She sounds just like Courtney Love, only better!" "You should listen to him as he does his show. He can switch voices at a second's notice. He's..." Tracey went "shhh!" and tried to concentrate on the TV. I smiled, happy that he's taken an interest in something else other than his computer. As we watched the end of the song and the tumultuous applause, Tracey turned to me. "Any more?" I fast-forwarded to the awards portion, sat back and watched my enraptured son. He watched as the individual bands were introduced, and when it was Danny's group's turn, Danny stepped forward and struck a chord on his guitar, adding a couple of flourishes with his scarves. "Wow!" Tracey said. And when the announcer announced the winner, Tracey actually clapped in glee. I giggled at his enthusiasm. Tracey sat through the interview and listened to Danny struggling to answer the announcer and be heard above the un-ending cheers and applause, and listened to Danny sing their encore song. "I wonder what the title of that song is..." Tracey said to himself. Danny was expertly playing the guitar that was given him as if the guitar had always been his. "A pink guitar!" Tracey said, and giggled. "Too cute!" After the song, and Danny's band disappearing behind the curtain, Tracey turned back to me. "Any more, mom?" "I'm afraid that's it, sweetie." He got the remote from me and started playing the disk again, queuing it back to Danny's section. "Listen, have you had dinner already? I brought Chinese." Tracey impatiently shook his head no. "Well, if you're at all interested, I'm bringing the food in the kitchen. Just come on in if you want some." I looked at Tracey. He was sitting inches from the screen. "Would you like to meet Danny?" That caught his attention. "Really? When!" "He has an early program at the station tomorrow. That is, if he can make it. I bet he's gonna be pretty tired after that concert." "He's gonna be at the station? Mommm! Can I meet him? Can I?" I giggled. My son... I should learn to start thinking of him as my daughter. "Sure, Tracey," I said. "But we have to leave for the station early. His program's only two hours, from six am to eight." "No sweat!" He... damnit - SHE - gave me a hug. "Oh, mom! Thanks!" "No problem, honey." She went back to watching the TV. I gave him a kiss, picked up the paper bag and went to the kitchen. "Wait!" I heard her call. "The Nighthawk's a guy?!" I giggled, and I heard Tracey running to the kitchen. ***** (Danny) ***** After the meal, we were still hyped and everyone wanted to do something before having to go home. I asked the kid who fetched our rides if there was a good place to go to. The would-be valet looked us up and down and suggested a club a few blocks away, one that wasn't too strict with IDs and such, and was "girl friendly." I told the guys and they agreed to go to Foxtails. "I'm sorry, guys," Betsy said, "but I'm sort of 'under surveillance,' if you know what I mean." She gestured at Walter, her butler/driver. "Well, why don't you invite him," Janet said, "and he could keep tabs on you there. I'm sure if you did, he'd say yes." Betsy nodded and trotted off to her butler. They had a short conversation, and Betsy came back. "Walter said I can go if he'll be coming with us," she said. "So let's go then." "Wait," I said. I had a brainstorm. I reorganized the seating arrangement a bit, and had the girls sit in the limo. I then asked for volunteers to ride with me in my mustang but everyone wanted to ride in Dale's Ford F150. Morgan shrugged and volunteered to ride with me. I asked Joanne if it was okay to hook up the trailer to her van. She said okay to that and squeezed into the limo. After Dale and Mongo transferred the trailer as well as our odds and ends to the van, Mongo volunteered to drive it. He led our little convoy and we kept an eye open for a parking space. Halfway there, we saw an open parking lot. Mongo turned the van into the lot, picking a slot near the guard's little booth at the front. We waited for him across the street, and as soon as he was done paying, he ran over, jumped into Dale's van and we were off. Danielle told me later that our group made a big splash as soon as the limo parked in front of the club, as I intended. Walter, playing the chauffeur thing to the hilt, opened the door for them, and seven hotties (she was referring to themselves, of course heheh) stepped out. Everyone that was waiting in line to get into the club turned to look at them, and the girls giggled at all the attention. Walter went to the doorman- bouncer and spoke to him briefly. Danielle saw him slip the guy some money, and the doorman nodded. Walter went to Betsy and nodded. "Everything squared away, miss. I'll just park the car and be back." He waved the valet away and got in. He pulled forward a bit and waited for the others. Dale pulled up in his humungous Ford and he and Mongo stepped out, along with Mickey and Jerry. Dale handed his keys to the valet and the valet pulled away from the curb. Walter trailed him to wherever he would be parking Dale's car. And then I pulled up. According to Danielle, my shiny '73 Mustang was always an attention-grabber and tonight was no different. Morgan stepped out, and everyone in line did a double-take when I switched the engine off and stepped out. I mean, who wouldn't if a tiny hottie came out of the driver's side of a muscle car. I stepped up onto the curb but almost lost my balance on the stiletto heels. I grabbed for Morgan's arm and we then went towards the rest of the guys. "Walter said everything's okay," Betsy said, and led us to the doorman. "Welcome to Foxtail's, ladies, gentlemen," the big black man said to us, and held the door open. The place was jumping, as we had arrived just before eleven. Our big group grabbed a couple of corner tables adjacent to each other. The guys went and bought a round of drinks for everyone. I told Dale I'd have rum and coke, like Janet. Betsy ordered a Diet Pepsi. A table of giggling girls always attracts a lot of attention, and there were a lot of guys eyeing us up, already, as well as a lot of the girls. I was not at all comfortable with this, but the others just whispered and giggled a lot. Most everyone got up and danced, and Betsy was the most popular among us. She giggled a lot as guys vied for her attentions, but the others weren't having much of a problem looking for partners, either. Even Jerry and Mickey. Morgan and Drew gravitated towards each other, of course. I was able to dance with Nikki for a couple of songs, and I enjoyed it a lot. But I begged off afterwards, though, as I felt a lot tired. I shooed Nikki back to the dance floor to enjoy herself, and a tall blond guy cut in, whirling Nikki away before she could respond. I giggled and waved goodbye. I sat down at one of the tables we had claimed as ours and put up my tired tootsies on one of the chairs. As I did so, lots of guys came up either trying to chat me up or get me to dance. I shook my head and they all skulked away. I took a sip of my long-neglected rum-coke, closed my eyes and sighed. After a bit, a tall gorgeous girl with long, ash-blonde hair dressed in a very stylish fitted mini dress came to stand by the table, asking for a dance. I looked up at her and my brain locked up. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her dress was one of those one-shoulder things, with ruffle trim and a glitter design throughout the cloth, ruched along the sides. Although her boobs were smaller than mine... I was wondering why my brain was noting details of her clothes and her measurements when a whole, cute, live girl was in front of me. I finally got my voice to work. "Uhmmm, I'm a little tired, and I just sat down..." "That's a little unfair. That blonde girlfriend of yours has been monopolizing you the whole night." "But I..." "Just one dance? Please?" I relented. "All right." And as soon as I said that, the girl pulled on my arm, pulling me up and dragging me back to the dance floor. "Eeep!" Once I was boppin' to the beat with this hottie, I finally noticed that there were a lot more girls in the place than boys. Maybe a four-to-one ratio. With most of them looking at me. Then I thought of the club's name - Foxtails. I looked around. There were several guys there, but not many. And girls were dancing with Morgan and the others. But I guessed that the place caters mostly to a... female clientele, though not exclusively. No wonder a girl was so quick to proposition me here. Normally, I would be tickled pink by the attentions of such a beautiful girl but I was just one inch from freaking right now, despite the fact that my nose was mashed against the girl's wonderfully-smelling cleavage. I wondered at that as the girl spun me around, and the only thing I could think of was that I was afraid of being found out. I looked desperately for my friends, and I saw Morgan just finishing dancing with a tiny little brunette thing. Seems Morgan and Drew were dancing with other people for a while. I looked at him with desperate eyes. He looked at the girl in my arms (or more correctly, the girl whose arms I was in) and grinned. He looked back and gave me a big wink and an emphatic thumbs-up. I shook my head and mouthed the words, "rescue me." Morgan nodded and gave the girl he was with a quick kiss as he escorted her back to her friends. He then turned back and went straight to me. He tapped my partner on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" he said. The blonde looked at Morgan. "I don't think so," she said. I shook her a bit to get her attention. "Please?" I asked. She looked at me for a second, and then leaned down to give me a kiss. "Okay, sexy girl," she said. She handed me to Morgan. "Here she is, stud. You don't know how lucky you are." Before she could go, I grabbed her hand and said "I'm sorry. Thank you." She touched my cheek gently. "No big deal, dearie. If you change your mind, I'll just be around." And then she walked off. Now that there was no more immediate risk of being caught out, I suddenly noticed how really cute she was. I watched her saucy ass swaying underneath her short mini- dress. Wow. "Hmmm," Morgan said. "I wonder if Nikki saw who you were dancing with. Heheh." I kicked him in the shin. "Ow!" "How about you, Mr. Cassanova? Does Drew know you were dancing with that brunette?" Morgan laughed. "Yep, she does. She's back there dancing with the brunette's boyfriend." He pointed back to the dance floor. "Ha-ha. Can you bring me to the table and keep me company?" "Eh?" "I want to sit down and rest, but people keep hitting on me." He looked at me with a small grin. "Whatever the lady wants," he said. I made as if to kick him in the shin again, but he danced away at the last moment. Chortling, he took my arm and escorted me back to. By the time Morgan and I were on our second drinks, things got a bit blurry. Mickey, Dale, Jerry and Drew slid into the booth. "Having fun?" Morgan asked as they slumped into the seats. Drew gave Morgan a kiss. "S'okay I 'spose," Jerry huffed. "Whaddaya mean, 'okay?'" Mickey said. "Morgan, this guy here," he gestured at Jerry, "has been dancing non-stop. You can't believe how many girls were coming on to him and wanting to dance." "Lesbians," I slurred. "What?" Jerry and Mickey asked. "Danny said 'lesbians,'" Morgan repeated. "Didn't you notice that there were lots of girls in this place? And lots of girl couples?" Mickey and Jerry looked at each other. "Ohmigod," Jerry said. "Danny's right." "They probably felt safe, here," Morgan said. "So they felt they can be as forward as they want and not have to deal with repercussions." "Eh?" Mickey said, not understanding. "Never mind," Morgan said, not bothering to explain. After a bit, our table was suddenly surrounded by half a dozen girls, all of them sexy, and all of them real tall. "Hey, ladies," Mickey, the obtuse wonder, said. "What's up?" The girl in front was my dance partner. "We were just making sure you guys weren't keeping our girl all to yourselves," she said. "Eh?" Mickey said again. "Hi, girls," I spoke up. "I'm totally fine here. My friends are just keeping me company while I take a break. We're totally cool." My partner crouched down so she could look straight in my eyes. "Well, if they give you any trouble, just holler, and any of the girls here will come rescue you." "You got it all wrong," I said. "These are my buds. I'm fine." I deliberately wrapped my arms around Morgan and Drew, and snuggled up to them. The girl took the hint. "Oh, okay," she said. "Anyway, when you're done resting, let me know? I'd love to get another dance." She gave me another smile. "Let's go, girls." She gestured at the others and they walked away, all of them looking back to stare at me. I waved bye-bye. "Whew," Jerry said. "That was scary." "Why scary?" Mickey said. "Six really hot girls wanting to dance with Danny?" Morgan shook his head in exasperation. I gave Mickey a loud raspberry. "You're so clueless, Mickey." Morgan looked at me. "You're drunk, Danny-boy," Morgan said. "Sit here if you don't feel well." He pulled Mickey over and draped his arm around me. "You" he pointed a stern finger at Mickey, "keep her out of trouble." "Him," I giggled drunkenly, and playfully bit at his pointing finger. "Damnit! Sorry..." He stood up and went to the girls who were still dancing. He spoke to them motioning toward me. I made a feeble wave back as they looked, and came over. "You okay, Danny?" it was Joanne asking. "Shhh! Not too loud... I feel sick." "Okay. We'll be leaving soon. Do you want some water or something?" "Yes, please, Joanne." She returned with a glass, and with Nikki in tow. I sipped while the others had a last bop. "Danielle told us you don't normally drink, Danny?" June stated. "Never get the chance," I replied. "Well, we'll soon get you trained," Janet added, and giggled. I just groaned. "Where you been," I asked Nikki when she squeezed in between Mickey and me. I gave her a one-armed hug. "That guy I've been dancing with? He didn't wanna stop. Jeez, I'm pooped." I gave her a deep kiss, and everyone went, "oooh!" Nikki took a deep breath. "Wow, you really are drunk! Not that I'm complaining..." "You should have been doing what Betsy's been doing then," Mel said, "and sticking to softdrinks." She gestured at the glowing Betsy as she sucked on another can of Diet Pepsi through a straw. "It's not as if I've got any choice," Betsy said, wiping her brow with a tissue and gesturing to Walter standing against a far wall, trying to be unobtrusive. "You've been dancing up a storm, Bets," Joanne said. "You're really popular with the guys." "And a lot of the girls, too, I noticed," Janet said. "I haven't had this much fun, ever!" Betsy enthused. "Thank you for bringing me." She leaned over and gave me a kiss. "No prob, Bets." "Wow, you really don't look good." "I wanna go home, but I think I'm too drunk to drive." "Maybe we should like check in to a motel or something, and allow Danny to sleep it off?" Jerry suggested. "No can do," Danielle said. "It's a Saturday tomorrow, and Danny has a radio program to do in," Danielle looked at her watch, "five hours. Oh boy!" Danny groaned. "Oh, God! I forgot all about the program. Danielle! Ohmigod, whatamigonnadooo!" "Don't freak, Danny-boy," Morgan said, making patting-down gestures. "We'll all head for home. I'll drive the 'stang with Danny and Danielle, and the girls will ride with Betsy in the limo. The guys will ride with Joanne in the van. Mickey will ride shotgun, and Mongo and Dale can be in the Ford." "I don't get the seating arrangement," Jerry asked. "Well, Walter is a professional, and the most un-tired among us, so the girls will be most safe in the limo. Joanne can manage a few more hours, and Mickey's the only other guy I know here who can drive a stick, so he's gonna sub for Joanne if she needs it. And Dale and Mongo can spell for each other, and bring everyone's stuff so there'll be room. And I'll drive Danny and Danielle home." Everyone digested that, and agreed to the plan. I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but nodded enthusiastically, anyway. We all got up and moved to the door en masse. My blonde ex-dance partner saw us moving to the door and made a beeline for us. "Hey, sexy!" she called. "You leaving?" I gave Nikki a little squeeze and went to her. "I have to," I said to the tall blonde. "I'm sorry. I have something to do in the morning, and I'm not feeling too good." "Poor baby," the girl said. "Will I ever see you again?" I smiled. "I'd like that," I said, my white lie coming almost automatically. "I would have liked another dance," she said. "But I can settle for another kiss?" I paused a bit, looked back at Nikki. She shrugged, so I turned back, puckered up, and the girl took advantage of the opportunity. The only other time that I got kissed like that was with Janet a few hours ago. I didn't know if I was drunk, or if it was the kiss, but I got dizzy. I didn't know how I could still be standing, but actually, I think she was the one holding me up. I held on for a bit until my head cleared. I gave her a final squeeze. "Seeya," I said. I went back to the guys, and we left the club. Fifteen: Driving Home ***** (Morgan) ***** I helped Dale and Mongo unhitch the trailer from Joanne's van and re- attach it to Dale's Ford. This is getting a little old, I thought. Unhooking the trailer, hooking it back on, unhooking it again... After we finished, I walked to Drew and gave her a kiss. "Be safe," I told her. "I'll talk to you later." Drew nodded, and went to June and wrapped her arm around hers. We all said goodbye and got into our assigned cars. "Walter!" Dale called out before getting into the Ford. Walter turned around in time to catch a walkie-talkie. "Channel twenty-one," he called. "Thank you, Master Dale." "No prob," he said, and waved as he got into the big Ford's driver's seat. I got into Danny's mustang, and Danielle sat on the passenger side. Nikki and Danny sat in the back. "All comfy and safe?" I said, and everyone murmured their assent. "Dale here" came a buzz on the walkie-talkie. "We're all ready." "Joanne here, we're all set in the van." "Okay." I pressed my walkie-talkie's button. "Morgan here. Mustang ready to roll out." "Ummm, this is, ummm, Miss Elizabeth's limousine," Walter chimed in uneasily. "We are also ready to, ummm, roll out." I heard the girls giggling in the background. "Okay," I said, "let's go." I pulled away from the curb and proceeded to head for the freeway. I looked through the rearview mirror and saw the limo trailing us, and behind that the van, and then followed by the Ford with the trailer. Also in the mirror, I saw Nikki and Danny. Obviously, Nikki was giving Danny the cold shoulder. "Everyone okay back there?" I asked. "Peachy," Nikki mumbled, and stayed as far away from Danny as she could. I ignored the brewing lovers' quarrel, and continued driving. I turned on the car's stereo and played some muted tunes. After a few minutes, I pulled up to the highway toll booth, plunked coins into the receptacle and started driving for home. I looked at the back. No change. It's gonna be a long drive. After a couple of hours of driving, mostly in silence, I was starting to feel sleepy. I was actually on the verge of nodding off when Dale buzzed in. "Guys?," Dale said through the walkie-talkie. "Can you keep your eyes open for a convenience store? Mongo and me are getting a bit punchy here. I can sure use a break, and a little pick-me-up." "Okay, Dale," I responded. "Keep your eyes peeled, guys." We spotted a 7-Eleven a few minutes later. "Paydirt," I said into my radio. "Follow me." I made a right-hand turn signal, and slowed down to pull up to the rest stop. There was a gas station, a 7-Eleven, a couple of pancake places, a Coffee Bean, and an all-night Pizza Hut. Intending to get the two out for some refreshments at least, I turned around and looked at the back seat. Nikki and Danny were wrapped around each other, innocently sleeping. Danny snoring a bit and Nikki had her nose in the hollow of Danny's neck. Danielle giggled at the image and we both got out. Everyone else had gotten out as well and were in the middle of deciding where to have a cup of coffee or a snack. Drew came over and I gave her a hug. "Sorry, guys," Danielle said. "We can't stay long. We gotta be back in time for Danny's show. How 'bout ten minutes for necessities and stuff, and then we go." Everyone sleepily mumbled okay, and spread out through the place, most of them going to the coffee shop. Mongo and Dale went to the 7-Eleven to buy a couple of Red Bulls. Drew and I went with them and I bought a couple of my own as well as some Cheetos. I got two cups of hot chocolate for Drew and June, a tube of Pringles potato chips that she could share with June and the others, and a big bottle of water for Danny. I gave her a kiss and went back to the mustang. Danielle was already at the car. "The lovebirds are still sleeping," she said. "Better that than fighting," I said, and we got in. I swigged down one of the Red Bulls, and pulled out of the rest stop, tooting my horn and waving to the others. "Well, Danny shouldn't have kissed that girl," Danielle said. "He was just being polite." "Polite, hell. That girl was practically sucking his lungs out." "That's exactly the point," I said. "It was all the girl." "Hmmph. Well, you're his best friend. Of course you'd be taking his side." "Well, yeah, I'm his best friend. But you know Danny. He wouldn't have done anything. Especially not in front of Nikki." Danielle stayed quiet. "Admit it, Danielle. You're just jealous." Danielle remained quiet. "It's just how Danny is, now," I said. "I know," Danielle said, almost in a whisper. "Danielle? You okay?" I looked at her. She was crying quietly. "Danielle!" She waved my concern away. "I'm okay. Just ... nerves. And I'm tired..." "Bullshit. Tell me what's really wrong." She cried harder. I took her hand and held it until her crying died down a bit. "You're right," she said. I AM jealous. I just..." She couldn't go on. "Oh, Morgan!" "Shhh! You'll wake them up." Danielle and I quickly looked up at the rearview mirror and sighed with relief when we saw the two of them still sleeping in the back. "Oh, Morgan," Danielle said more quietly. "If you only knew..." "I think, after all these years, you know you can tell me anything. And it'll be between us. I won't even tell Danny." "You'll think I'm a pervert or something..." "No I won't." She took a deep breath. "You're right. I AM jealous. I'm actually jealous of that girl that Danny kissed. I... want to be that girl. I want..." "Danielle?" "Nikki's my best friend, and I couldn't love her more if she was my real sister. But..." I squeezed her hand. "Everytime I see them together, everytime he kisses Nikki... It's like a knife in my heart. She's my best friend, and I'm jealous of her. I want to be the one Danny kisses, I want to be the one that he brings out on dates, I want to be Nikki. Oh, Morgan..." In shame, she covered her face with her hands and cried. She tried to keep quiet but couldn't stop little mewling and crying sounds from escaping. "Danielle..." "You must think I'm some kind of pervert. That I want to be with my brother. But look at him! Half the time, I can't even think of him as a guy. I'm no lesbian. But he looks and acts and feels like this incredible hottie that's so sexy and so beautiful, so smart, talented and... and so wonderful... I... I just want..." I squeezed her shoulder. "You're not a perv, Danielle," I said. "Like you said, Danny is something else. No one can blame you. In fact..." "Yeah?" I... sorta feel the same way." I could feel my face become hot with my embarrassment and shame. "I never did feel this way about Danny before. At least not this strongly. But, yeah, I feel the same way. Thank god for Drew. That she's always there. Otherwise... I don't think Danny would be safe around me." Danielle looked at me, and touched my face in sympathy. "Poor Morgan," she said. "Yeah. Poor me. Aren't we a pair - you stuck on your brother, me stuck on my best friend." "I wish there was a way," she said, "to sort of end all of this. If I can..." "Danielle! What're you saying!" She hit me on the shoulder. "No, you dumb jock! Nothing like that. I was just thinking... If there was just a way we can walk away from all of this. So that we can all get back to how it used to be." "There's no way, Danielle. What is just... is..." Danielle sighed. "You're right, of course." "And can you really walk away from Danny?" "No. I can't. Can you?" I looked straight ahead, and contemplated the long highway. "No," I finally said. "I can't walk away. But I mustn't do anything. I can't hurt Danny." "Yeah. Nikki too." "Yeah." I looked ahead, trying to concentrate on the road. "Do you think I'm, you know, gay or something?" Danielle shook her head. "No. Do you think I'm a lesbian?" "No." "It's Danny. Whatever it is... it's got to be Danny." We drove on in silence. I looked at the rearview mirror. Danny and Nikki were still in dreamland. We heard the walkie-talkie buzz. "This is Morgan," I said into the radio. "What's up?" "How're you guys holding up," Janet asked. I pressed my squelch button again. "Doin' okay," I said, clearing my throat and trying to sound normal. "Real tired though." "Just an hour more or so, and then we're home. And beddy-bye for all of us." "We could have, like, gone to a motel or something, y'know." Dale interrupted from the Ford. "And continue on after a good night's sleep. We had the money for it." "It's just that Danny needed to be back before six," I said. "But like Janet said, just an hour more." "Excuse me," Walter the butler interrupted. "But Miss Drew would like to talk with Master Morgan." Which was followed by a lot of giggling in the background. "Hi, honey," Drew said. Or was it June? Hmmm. I smell a rat. "All right, June," I said into the radio. "I know it's you. Give the walkie-talkie to Drew, and let her talk." I heard June give me a raspberry. "Spoilsport!" June said. "How did you know it was me, anyway?" "I know my Drew," I said. All of the girls went, "oooh!" I looked to Danielle and she was giggling herself. Well, at least she wasn't crying anymore. After a short silence, we finally heard Drew. "Hi, Morgan." "Hi, honey," I said. "How do you know it's me this time?" "I always know." Drew giggled. "So, what did you want to talk about," I said. "I just wanted to ask, after you drop Nikki, Dan and Danielle off, how're you gonna get home?" "My bike's at Danny's so I'm all set." "Okay. I was just worried. Give me a call when you get home, 'kay?" "Sure, baby. Talk to you later. Need to concentrate on my driving." "Okay." She then made a kissing sound over the radio. Immediately after that, Dale made a similar sound over his walkie-talkie. Danielle laughed. I pushed the button again. "Thanks, honey," I said. "Love ya. Mwah!" I could imagine Dale, Mongo and the girls bursting out laughing. After laughing a bit myself, I sobered up. "Can't live without Drew," I said. "You're a lucky guy," Danielle said. "Yup. Don't I know it. How about you? Got your eye on anyone?" Danielle seemed glad for the change in topic. "Well, not really. Pretty slim pickings at school, you know." "Hey!" Danielle laughed. "Present company exempted, of course." "Well, thanks for that..." Danielle hit me lightly on the shoulder. "S'all right." "But you're serious? Not a one?" "Well, come to think of it, Drew's big brother, Jim, seems real cute." "I don't think I've seen him." "You haven't? Even at Drew's?" "I've only been to Drew's once, and all I got to meet was her mother." "I'm sure you know him. Big guy? Likes arcade games? Plays soccer for the school team? Real hunk, with curly hair and dimples?" "Well, I wouldn't have noticed the hunk or the dimples... But someone on the soccer team? I think I know who you mean. In any case, why don't you go for it?" "He's a bit out of my league, you know?" "What!? This is Danielle Fairchild I'm talking to, right? The wet dream of every guy in school? You've got to be kidding." "Ewww," she said, and hit me on the shoulder again. "Don't be gross!" "Seriously, Danielle. Why don't you try?" "I don't want to make the first move! What would you think if the girl was the one who made the first move?" "What guy can resist a girl if she's easy." She hit me again, only stronger. "Owww! Quit it!" "Oh! Did I hit you too hard? I'm sorry. I was just joking." "S'okay. But Danielle, why don't you ask Drew? Fix you up with her brother and all..." "Lemme think about it. But, Morgan, thanks." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "No prob." Danielle smiled. "Danny was right about you, you know? You're one of the good guys." "I'm not all that good, you know." I then went into my godfather-mafioso imitation. I have to say my impersonation was pretty good, but not as good as Danny's. At least I got Danielle to laugh again. I sobered up a bit. "It could be your way out of this, you know? This thing with Danny." "I'll think about it," she said. "But Jim might not be interested in me." "What makes you say that?" "When Danny, the girls and I were at the mall buying our outfits?" I nodded. "Jim was at the arcade and he saw Danny." "Saw Danny! Did he recognize him?" "Well, no. Danny was dressed as a girl at the time. Even so, he did seem a lot more interested in Danny than me." We thought that over a bit. "Still," I said. "Make a go of it. See how it goes first. You haven't even tried, yet, and you're already giving up." "Okay, okay. You twisted my arm. But... give me a couple of days, though. These things have to be subtle." "Ahhh! The devious mind of the human female." She hit me on the shoulder again. On the same spot. "Owww! Quit it!" We drove the rest of the way more relaxed. We were joking more, and were more at ease with each other than before. And Danielle seemed more chatty - a lot different now than before: Danielle seemed preoccupied these past few weeks, more closed in. Now it's like she's back. I think I did good. And in that drive home, Danielle and I became friends. Sharing common things, common likes and dislikes, sharing the same experiences - these things are the basis of friendships. But sharing secrets, sharing hurts and feelings - these things are what close friends share. I guess, to me, Danielle has become more than Danny's sister. She's become more like a friend, now. We talked some more, about many inconsequential things. Sometimes they featured Danny, but most of the time we talked of other regular stuff. Listening to Danielle gave me a window to her world, which has always been a mystery to me. And I guess talking to me gave her the same thing with mine. Drew says my sports-related stories usually bore her to death, so I kept my sports talk light and we talked more about the music we liked, and things like that. I explained to her about electric guitars, about the legendary Les Paul line, and how the pickup on a guitar worked. Yeah, nerd stuff, I know, but Danielle seemed interested. What's more, she seemed to know a lot herself. Like she knew Les Paul died recently (I didn't know that). But, then, of course, hanging around her brother, I'm sure she'd pick up a lot of this stuff. And, after all this guitar talk, I told her I didn't play the guitar. She laughed and laughed. From time to time Danielle would look back to check on Danny and Nikki. Danielle noticed that Nikki wasn't buckled in and she leaned over to snap on her seat belt. But for most of the drive, those two were sleeping like the dead and we left them alone. As Danielle settled back into her seat, she sighed. "You okay?" I asked. "Yup," she smiled. "Lots better. Thanks." "No problemo." When we got near our neighborhood, the other cars split from our little convoy, on their way to drop the others at their houses. Drew (and June) had said their goodbyes over the radio before the limo turned off into a side street a while back. And it was near five AM when we pulled up at Nikki's house. After we stopped, Danielle got out and reached in to shake Nikki awake. "We're home, honey," Danielle said. "Time to wake up." Nikki yawned and sat up. She leaned down and kissed Danny. Danny woke up and looked up at us. "'Sup?" "Hey, bro," I said. "Just dropping Nikki off at her place. You okay?" "I feel super. Big headache, though. But thanks for letting me sleep." "'Kay," Nikki said. "I'm going in now. Seeya later?" "Yeah. And Nikki? Sorry about..." Nikki kissed him to forestall any more apologies. "It's okay, Dan. I'm sorry for over-reacting." Danny smiled delightedly. "So I'll see you after my show?" "Depends on whether I'm awake enough or not," she giggled. "But I'll try." "Okay." He gave her another kiss and Nikki got out of the car. She gave Danielle a hug, waved at me and walked over to her door, looking for the key in her purse. We waited for her to get in, and when she closed the door, we went