"And this is Brian," Brian responded.
"Hey," Dallas responded. She flopped on her couch and turned on MTV.
"How was work?" Brian asked.
"Nuts," Dallas said.
"Why?" Brian asked. "Mickey go crazy?"
"Hah, hah," Dallas responded. "N SYNC was there for a show."
"Really?" Brian asked. "You meet 'em?"
"Nope," Dallas said.
"Don't you like their music?" Brian asked.
"Some of it," Dallas said. "'God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You' is cool."
"Yeah," Brian said.
Don't tell me you listen to their stuff," Dallas said, in an almost reproachful voice.
"Every now and then," Brian said. "I've gotta keep tabs on the competition."
"What's your favorite?" Dallas asked.
"Sailing," Brian answered.
"Why?" Dallas asked.
"Reminds me of Frack," Brian said.
"Maybe you two should get together," Dallas laughed.
"Not funny," Brian said.
"Well, then next time you call me, don't talk about another band and I won't make fun of you," Dallas said. "I gotta go."
"Wait!" Brian exclaimed. "Why?"
"N SYNC is coming over," Dallas said.
"You said you didn't meet them!" Brian exclaimed.
"I didn't, but my friend did," Dallas said. "She's bringing them over."
"Dallas!" Brian yelled.
"I love you Bri," Dallas said. "Bye."
And she hung up the phone.
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