CHAPTER SEVEN

“Bitter-Sweet Casanova”

“Oh man, Nat! You rocks!” Ethan Grey said after my heart-breaking performance. He is our band’s drummer.

“Yeah,” Levi Leighton and Chris Brandt, both our guitarist and pianist, agreed in a chorus, and the three of them clap their hands.

Of course, I am only half listening. My stupid heart is still longing for someone who’s here yet so far. I drink one heavy shot more then I gasp and choke a little bit.

“Know what? I still can’t believe it! The hard-headed, care-for-no-one-else, self-centered, numb heart, Casanova, will finally come out on the shell and turned-out into a cry baby for a girl,” Levi insisted a moment later. “Is that dedicated to someone else? Your girl? Is she pretty? Or wonderful? Or just common- a slut or gold digger? Oh man, is she?” then he laughs so loud.