Uh oh. She called. And texted. Several times. Saying she had a "studio emergency". Crap. Now I feel bad that I lied. But, come on! I really didn't think she'd call to ask me band stuff.
I didn't answer when she called, just texted back that I was busy and would try to call later. She called again last night after midnight. Didn't leave a message. I texted her back and told her to email me and I'll explain why I wasn't around, sorry for not helping, etc.
Who knew she was serious about her music stuff? I've heard so many different stories from strippers. You just never know. I feel bad. I hope she was able to figure stuff out and isn't too mad when I tell her the truth. I mean...I have sung on stage in front of thousands when I did musicals. And, I also played guitar on stage in a few different musicals. But, it was only 4 or 5 chords that I learned. "Doody" in Grease, "Wes" in 5th of July and "Chris Perez" in Selena Forever. What? That doesn't count. Sigh...you're right. It doesn't.
Guess I'll just have to suck it up and call her back. Hopefully, she'll take it in stride and just laugh it off. If not, I may get the angriest lap dance ever when I see her next.
Of course, that's not always a bad thing.
Hookers and strippers have lied to men for YEARS. I'm pretty sure she's told a few herself. If she gets all self-rightous and mad about your little white lie then just keep walkin' preacherman.
Posted by: Josie | May 03, 2007 at 01:25 PM
My fake band is called Nova Satori. We should play some fake shows together. Maybe even go on fake tour.
Posted by: mike. | May 04, 2007 at 03:18 PM