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asked them if I could be in the number, and they said no. The girls took a vote right in front of me. Not one of them wanted to let me in. Cheerleaders only, they said.”
    “Sorry. I’m sure you would’ve been good.”
    “Whatever.” She waved her hand. “I got a solo act instead, right? Things have a way of working out in the end. One day I’ll have a boyfriend who likes to dance.”
    Lucas nodded. He wished he had her optimism.
    “And speaking of boy friends, what makes you think Donovan doesn’t like you?”
    Lucas shrugged. He didn’t want to confide in her. She was Donovan’s friend, and just because she was talking to Lucas now, that didn’t mean she’d pay him any notice once the show was over. “Just a feeling.”
    “His bark is far worse than his bite. I’m his best friend. Believe me, I know.” She put her hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “Give him a chance.”
    That sounded like something his mom would say. Maybe Trish was right. Maybe Donovan was a nice guy underneath all the snarkiness.
    “Now promise me you’ll come to the cast party,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”
    “I’ll think about it.”
    Her phone buzzed, and she smiled when she saw the text. “Speak of the devil. D’s on his way in. The theater group is up last, but if you want to stick around, I’ll introduce you.” She tapped away on her phone while she continued talking. “Give me your number, Boo.”
    Lucas had a feeling he’d just made a friend, whether he wanted to or not.
     
     
    A S HE entered the auditorium, Donovan heard the familiar voice of his best friend belting out Katy Perry lyrics. He’d heard her sing this one dozens of times, but she was now in rare form. Her overexaggerated facial expressions and flirty dance moves were sure to put a smile on the face of even the grumpiest audience member. Yeah, she was a drama queen all right. He was glad he’d arrived in time to see her performance. She’d threatened him with testicular harm if he missed it, and he was quite attached to Thing 1 and Thing 2.
    Once she finished, she took her bow, then ran over to hug Twinklefingers . Poor kid looked terrified as she squeezed him and gave him a peck on the cheek. Donovan snickered as Lucas struggled to help Trish push the piano offstage. Trish had bigger biceps than that kid.
    After a few minutes, she reappeared from behind the curtain and bounced over to where Donovan sat. Thankfully, she’d ditched her new charity case somewhere backstage.
    “So?” she said. “How was I?”
    “You were fabulous, T.” He knew she thrived on praise. But she was good, and he didn’t mind humoring her. Not after all the crazy shit she put up with from him.
    “Thanks, D!” she said, throwing her arms around him. “You always know just what to say.”
    “Eww.” He wrinkled his nose. “Lady sweat.”
    “Hey! Those spotlights are hot. My lady sweat will be worth millions one day.”
    “Yeah? Until then, wipe your face.”
    She stuck her tongue out at him as she pulled her hair up in a bun and secured it with an elastic band. “You ready for your scene?”
    “Yeah, no sweat. ”
    They both laughed.
    “Hey, Trish. Hey, Donovan,” a voice called from behind them.
    Donovan turned to see Alex Goodman approaching. “Hey, yourself,” Donovan said with a flirty smile.
    “I just saw your act, Trish. You were amazing.”
    “Aww, thanks. I couldn’t have done it without Lucas, though. He deserves at least half the credit. Wasn’t he incredible?”
    Alex nodded. “He was really good too. I had no idea he could play like that. Pretty cool.”
    “Don’t be silly, T. You stole the show, and you know it,” Donovan said.
    “Yeah, you were amazing,” Alex said again, making Trish giggle. “It was cool the way you slowed the song down.”
    “Thanks. That was actually Donovan’s idea,” she said. “He helped me arrange the song.”
    “And what do you know about kissing girls?” Alex teased, giving Donovan a wink.
    Donovan