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Roll Over Beethoven, 2:48
"You. Did. What?!"
"I sent the radio station a CD of D-Rock. Post—'she said it was over'—phase, obviously."
"Casey!" Her name comes out as a strangled gasp.
"Relax," she shrugs. "They loved it."
"They… what?"
"They loved it. They want to meet with you soon."
"But…"
"Ralph and Sam are coming up next weekend. This could be our big chance. Your big chance."
"Casey! Why… I didn't say you could—"
She rolls her eyes. "Like that would have stopped me. Derek, we're finally getting good. I mean, after those gigs last year… we're making a name for ourselves. Granted that name's still centered on you, but," she grimaces, "it's a start."
"Thanks."
"Derek, I don't understand why you're mad abou— did you just thank me?"
"No. Why would I?"
Casey laughs, remembering that when he'd last said those words, she'd been covered in shampoo. "No reason."
He smirks at her, but then smiles. "You're serious? They liked us?"
"Derek Venturi, they loved us!"
He laughs, and traps her in a half-hug. "This is not your feel-good family moment."
"I think it is."
"Nah," he pulls back. "We're friends. No feel-good family moments here."
She smiles. "Okay."
"Is this really happening?"
"How am I supposed to prove you're not dreaming?" Casey teases.
"I could think of a few things."
"Der-ek!"
He chuckles. "HEY! Cas-ey! I was kidding!"
She laughs, having pinched him. "Sorry."
"You should be."
"Der-ek."
"Thanks, Case. For doing this."
"What are friends for?"