Chapter Thirty-Six
Adam and I hover in awkward silence as we wait for the singer of the band to come and talk to us.
‘Hi, I’m Marty,’ he says when he finally appears. ‘So, what did you think?’
‘You were great,’ I tell him. ‘Definitely the sort of band we want to play.’
‘Absolutely,’ Adam adds. ‘You’ve got a unique sound, but I think it will work really well with the other bands we’ve booked.’
‘Cheers, dude,’ Marty replies. Despite being just some guy in a local band, Marty looks every inch the rockstar he wants to be – he already oozes all the charm, charisma and confidence of a celebrity. ‘So, I’ve impressed you guys, does that mean we’ve got the gig?’
‘It does,’ I tell him excitedly.
‘We’re the only ones that matter,’ Adam jokes. ‘You impressed us, that’s all it takes.’
‘Mr and Mrs Festival,’ Marty says with a laugh. ‘You guys are a couple, right?’
Adam and I look at each other for a moment.
‘We aren’t actually,’ I tell Marty, who has no idea that he couldn’t have made things more awkward if he tried.
‘That surprises me,’ Marty says. ‘You’ve just got that couple-y vibe about you.’
Adam and I exchange glances again.
‘I’m making things weird and I’m worried you’re going to withdraw your offer, so, let me buy you both a drink,’ Marty suggests, at least half joking.
‘Cheers, mate,’ Adam replies.
‘You guys go ahead, I’ll catch you up,’ I tell them.
As the two of them head for the bar, I plonk myself down on the nearest seat. It’s interesting, that Marty says he gets couple vibes from us, because I feel it too. Adam, on the other hand, is clearly putting time and effort into showing me that there’s nothing between us – that must be what Becka was in aid of. I suppose, if he fancies a girl at work, and he thinks I’m going to be a bunny boiler at home, he does right to set boundaries.
Okay, now I’m sure of it. I definitely, definitely need to move out.
And back in with my parents.
Yey.