38. Burning (Lucy's sophomore year)
Sighting Brent by himself, Lucy gathered her confidence and walked over to her current crush.
"Hey…" She sat down on the field.
"Hey."
"How's the show going?"
"Good."
Lucy leaned back, desperately racking her brain for something to say, when suddenly she felt a piercing pain in her left hand.
"Oww!"
Brent looked up, "What happened?"
"Ummm…." Lucy did not want to admit that, when she had leaned back, she had placed her hand directly on Brent's cymbal – which had warmed up considerably in the late afternoon sun.
Back in the Pit, Molly asked, "How did it go?"
"Smokin.'"
AN: Poor Luce…