| Patti was grateful that someone finally managed to get Jade to play and sing. Patti liked Zac enough, but she'd been offered a really great postion at one of those magazines that feature classic cars and she was taking it. She's wanted to tell the group last night, Jamie had pulled one of her fucked up episodes and she'd decided to keep her mouth shut. True, she loved jamie, but jamie was NOT going to push recording or anything and Patti wanted to BE somebody. Do great things. And she could write about classic cars like no one else she knew. That is what she would do. The band finally finished their last set, and everything was relatively calm, considering underneath the though exterior Jamie was an emotional basket case and Jade was not in much better shape. They managed to get everything loaded up and decided to sit at the bar for one more round of beer before they went their separate ways. "Hey Jame?" Patti began reluctantly. "Whassup Pattigirl?" Jamie asked and took a swig off her beer. "Well since you have Jade singin' and stuff...and since Angel is history...well shit..." she stopped not knowing where to start. "Patti what?" "I was offered a permanent writing postion in Nashville on that car mag I always read." she said knowing that Jamie would never remember the name of the magazine. "NO WAY!!" Jamie jumped up, almost knocking Taylor out of his chair. "THAT'S COMPLETEY FUCKING AWESOME!!" She hugged her friend tightly. "Jame...Jame...listen...JAMIE!" "What?" Jamie stumbled slightly as she stepped back to look at her. "I have to MOVE there." "Oh. Damn." Jamie stared at Patti for a long time. "Jamie?" "If that is what you want to do then..." Jamie looked at the rest of the girls. "Does anyone have a problem with it? Besides the fact that we will miss you like hell." She grinned and squeezed Patti's shoulder. Everyone else grinned and shook their heads. She grabbed her beer and held it in the air. "To PATTI! The best damn classic car editor in the universe!! Rock all those cheauvanist car guys off their asses!!" The rest of the group joined in the toast and then banged on the table, whooping with excitement. "And when you are rollin' in dough, we know where to come for a loan on musical equipment...YEAH BUDDY!" |