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Sounds stupid, but it kinda reminds me of the Disney princesses on my childhood bedroom wall that used to surround and inspire me.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart.” He tips his chin. “Come here.”
I move behind the drum kit, and he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap.
“Want to have a go?”
I giggle. “Sure.”
He places the drumsticks in my hands then, as if I’m a puppet, guides me in hitting the drums.
I laugh, feeling a little silly but also liking the feel of him beneath and behind me. Not to mention it’s nice someone else being the teacher for once.
“I’d love to see you play with your band,” I say.
Tap.
“We’re playin’ a gig next weekend when Derek gets back from Sydney. You should come.”
Tap. Tap.
“I’d love to. When next weekend?”
Tap. Tap. Bang.
“Saturday afternoon.”
I’m about to say “sure” when I remember my breast biopsy. Dr Tao rang yesterday to notify me that my ultrasound showed a lesion in my left breast, and of course we need to investigate immediately. It’s not the first lesion we’ve found—and it won’t be the last—so I’m not losing sleep over it, but I can’t cancel the appointment. I know how important these things are. I’ve been dealing with them most of my life.
Tap. Tap. Bang.
“Crap!” I say, shoulders slumping. “I can’t. I’m busy.”
“Then become un-busy.”
“I can’t.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I suspect it’s because he’s waiting for me to tell him why, so I do… kinda.
“I have a doctor’s appointment.”
Will rotates me a little so that we’re face-to-face. “Everything all right?”
“Yes, of course.” I nod. “It’s just routine.”
He searches my eyes for a second, and I’m as used to this type of response as I am buttering toast.
“Okay,” he says, leaving it at that. Bang. Bang. Bang. “Maybe next time then.”
Yes. Definitely next time.
