Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

"I know how shit goes."

"How?"

"Am I wrong?"

She presses her lips together. "No." Her voice is soft. She's not that bouncy, enthusiastic filmmaker anymore. She's a woman who's hurting.

"How long were you thinking about ending things?"

"Too long."

"Months?"

She nods.

"Years?"

Her eyes go to the floor. She stares at her leather sandals as she taps the carpet with her toes. "Too long."

"Was there one reason?"

"One big one." She swallows hard. "It was… you've never had a serious relationship?"

"Never."

"Well, you've been in Dangerous Noise for five years?"

"About that."

"There are probably days where you want to leave. Where you get pissed at somebody or you get tired of being on the road eighteen hours a day."

"There are moments."

"It was like that, at first. Little moments. I'd think can I really deal with this forever? Then we'd laugh again and I'd forget how much it hurt. That's normal. Everyone has moments. But the moments started coming more and more often. Then one day, I couldn't take it anymore." Her voice is contemplative. Almost like she's talking to herself. "Imagine leaving the band. Suddenly doing something else with someone else. Even if it was what you wanted, it's a big change. It's hard."

"Was it worth it, leaving him?"

"I don't know." She turns away. Her eyes go to the ground. "I think so. He was dropping hints about marriage. It was leave or stay forever."

"So you left?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

She shakes her head. "We're talking about you."

"You're more interesting."

"You're the only person in the world who thinks that."

"I doubt that."

"Name one other person."

"Your ex. But I doubt that helps my case."

"It doesn't."