"Hey," Derrick's voice was friendly and Charlotte didn't know how to exactly come back with anything in her raw voice. "Weren't you suppose to get back with me?"
"Was I?" Maybe she'd forgot or just put it off. She scowled a bit not wanting to do this. It was going on ten at night. This was freaky, she thought. "Why are you calling me now?"
"Dunno," he said. "Just remembered, I guess. Didn't want you to think I'd forgot about you. Are you doing anything right now?"
"Yes." She knew she looked terrible. No way was she going out. No way. "Don't you have a show or something to...do."
"I don't go on until midnight. You could come, you know. It would be great. I could get you in free."
"No." She said immediately. Bad idea.
"Anybody in their right mind would want to come." He laughed.
"Thank you for asking me, but I'm having a bad day," she then said, wishing she hadn't said it, but it was true.
"Then you should come," he said. "I'm driving out your way, right now."
"Are you crazy?" She got up looking at herself in the mirror. No way, could she go with a tear stained face. Massacre everywhere. She looked horrible.
"Come on, its time to party." The more Derrick talked the more he was talking her into it. She hated to be put in this predicament.
"But..but what about your wife?"
"She doesn't care." Derrick wouldn't even say her name. "She's not here. OK. She won't know. She's doing some show at Adventureland."
"Are you kidding me?" It felt like a sign, somehow. She was there. Where Charlotte wanted to be.
"No, I swear I'm not. She's cool with you. Honest."
Charlotte cringed not sure to be happy or mad at herself. Damn-it. She was going to that show with him.