We approached thetwo clarinetists; I held back, short of breath and stomach fluttering."Both clarinetists turned. "Oh, hello, Miss. Good job with th...t solo,"said the vaguely-Brandon-look-alike young lady to Vanessa."Thank you. My friend thinks one of you resembles someone she knows, aclarinetist."The clarinetist looked over us, and her eyes lit up in recognition ofme. "Oh, hello Lucy. I'm glad you could come, and I hope you enjoyedthe show."I could feel my eyes widening. How the heck did. I stood up and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of hot sauce. I went back into the living room and got down on my knees in front of Miss Crystal and her friends. I poured the hot sauce on my face and to make it worse then the time I simply masturbated with it, I opened my eyes and rubbed it in to them. Miss Crystal's friends cheered me on and laughed as I started to feel the burning, my eyes watering."Ha ha. Hurt yourself dummy." This validation made feel suddenly better. I. ”Nigella returned to her seat and picked up her bass, playing simply and beautifully without paying much attention. Essie sounded better.“Where were we?” Nigella asked.“You and friends,” he cued her.“Right. I always thought a real friend is happy for a friend being happy. It doesn’t have to be me. You go to a party with a friend. They go and have fun. You have fun on your own. Everyone has fun.“Maybe part of it is I never let myself get attached. I never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend for. Old.”“Yes, Erin Mom.” I said bracing for the shoulder punch that inevitably followed.“Are you people crazy like this all the time?” Geoffrey asked to no one in general.“No, only around people we love. And their close personal friends.” Lynn said.Geoffrey blushed. He actually blushed.“Oh, Marcus, I like this guy.” Erin said before leaning over to give Geoffrey a side hug. She then spoke quietly to him.“Geoffrey, just to let you know, it does get crazier. But also, just to let you know, if you.