Iplay clarinet." Band, huh," I reply. "I'm a cheerleader." You look like a cheerleader. You have a boyfriend?"I look around and see my mom talking to ...nother older woman. I turnback to Jennifer. "Yes, I do. His name is Mark..." Don't tell me," Jennifer interrupts, "he's on the football team." Yes, he is. He's a running back." Roosevelt High School, didn't we play you like six weeks ago?" Sheasked."I believe so." I told her. "But I missed that game. A lot was going onin my life around then." I. Terry had booked Crystal there as the headliner for the evening's show. We stayed on back roads on the way to Louisville and all the way to the fair grounds. At one of our pit stops along the route, Crystal showed me a text message on her phone from Terry: the concert was a sell out – 18,000 people would be attending. Crystal had the celebrity power to draw a sell-out crowd.Fear pulsed through me, and I felt my body go cold. I would have to stand on stage – to sing on stage – in front of 18,000. ”Why did she say that? It was true, but she had never confessed her fantasies to even her closest friends. And fantasies she had a lot! She still remembered when she had caught Lucy, one of the company’s secretary, masturbating in the printer room one day. For weeks she was coming on dreams of her, stepping in the room and making love with Lucy. Or the plumber who had repaired her leaking radiator. The man came by early and when the man called Crystal had still been naked, so she had thrown. Really, no-one on either side of the Pacific is going to care."Anna looked shocked and Michelle took up the slack. "We don't have to do that," she declared, "whose business is it?" No-one's," Sabra told her, "except those close to you, love you, and can't understand why you lie to them. Maybe you can't be honest with yourself? But that dishonesty is hurting people, Michelle, and creating disruption within the band." I am normal," Anna said, as if in a dream."No-one said you weren't," Sabra.