Phone rings.

Me: Hey!

Him: Hey, whatchoo doin'?

Me: Actually, I just got to the beach.

Him: Oh yeah?

Me: Yeah, man. This is a perfect fucking beach day.

Him: For real. Listen, can you e-mail me some of those photos you took last night?

Me: Yeah, I can do that. I took some video too.

Him: Really?

Me: Yeah, when I had my camera up on the Clavinet, it was taking video.

Him: Oooh, that's bad!

Me: It's beautiful.

Him: So, you know you're officially part of the band now.

Me: Don't you mean, 'You know Megan, you were incredible last night. Would you be willing to make time for the band because we could really use you?"

Him: (laughing) Yeah, that's what I mean.

Me: You were incredible last night. You had me crying with that Stevie tune. It was amazing. I had a blast.

Him: You killed it. You're incredile.

Me: You ahh!

Him: You ahh, de-ahh!

Me: We ahh!

Him: Okay, give me a call tomorrow and we'll get together. I want to check in with you schedule so we can set up some regular rehearsals.

Me: Okay. I love you, Nige.

Him: I love you too.

Kitchen rehearsal on a Hot Summer Night