Chapter Three
Savannah closed her eyes and listened to this week’s favourite song. She fully acknowledged her commitment issues with regard to music and bands. What she loved this week, she’d hate next week. She didn’t like anything after it became popular. Would she drop Chris so easily once she got to know him? Would she love his band for a week and then start searching for the next big thing?
It was nine o’clock on the dot. She felt cross-eyed from reading the hand-written words in her note book. Break time hadn’t come a moment too soon.
Picking up last night’s tea mug, she hopped up from the floor and nearly tripped on the paperback by her door. Oh yeah. Not only had she forgotten her plan to lend the book to Stacy’s dad, she’d forgotten Stacy’s dad was even at their house.
