he?” she commented.
“Yes, he certainly does,” I replied.
She handed me a small white card with her name and number printed on it. “I’ve got to head out,” she said. “But, Jessica, if you ever need anything, give me a call.”
“Thanks, I will.” How did she know my name? I was almost certain I hadn’t introduced myself.
After Teddie left, Dominic sat back down while the rest of the band set up their instruments. “I can’t believe it! I just sang with Teddie Myles,” he gushed.
“She seems nice,” I said cautiously. I was clearly missing something.
“Nice? The legendary Teddie Myles is more than nice,” he replied. “She’s—she’s . . .”
“Legendary?”
“You mean you don’t know who Teddie Myles is?” Selena had come into the club without my even noticing. She seemed to be spending a lot of time hanging around.
“And I suppose you do?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she said. “Dominic told me all about it the other night.”
The other night? I shot him a sharp glance, but he only smiled blandly at her. “Selena was helping me channel my powers,” he said. “Remember?”
“Why don’t you enlighten me?” I asked. Despite her know-it-all attitude, I noticed she waited for Dominic to fill me in.
“Teddie Myles is a legend,” Dominic said. “She was the lead singer in Temptation and then she had this amazing solo career.”
“Dominic, when you’re done chatting with your groupies, would you care to join us onstage?” Jeff Cool said sarcastically.
Groupies?
“Jessica and Selena aren’t groupies, Jeff,” Dominic snapped. “I expect you to show my friends respect.”
“We’d better let you rehearse,” I said.
“Hang on a sec, Jessica,” Dominic said. “Selena, thanks for everything.”
He’d made it clear—politely, of course—that he wanted Selena to leave, but she didn’t budge.
“Dominic, pay attention to me,” Selena said. Her voice sounded like a whiny five-year-old’s. Then she picked up his hand and repeated her words. But when she said it the second time, she sounded loud and full of power.
Jeff grumbled some more about high-maintenance singers, but Dominic ignored him.
Flo gave me a look.
I didn’t want to hang around for rehearsal any longer. I had tried to ignore Jeff’s groupie comment, but it stung. Is that how everyone saw me? Just some girl who hung all over Dominic because he was in a band?
To make matters worse, Selena still had Dominic’s hand and he was all gooey-eyed over her.
“Don’t let Jeff bother you,” Flo said. “He’s a misogynist.”
“I have more important things to worry about,” I said with false bravado. But it was true. Things were murky indeed, and I couldn’t seem to figure out how to clear them up.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I wanted to lounge around on Saturday morning before virago training, but Mom had other plans for me.
“Jessica, the laundry is really piling up,” she said.
“I thought Poppy was going to start working here.”
“To help me with paperwork and your little sisters,” Mom replied. “Not do your chores.” She used that We’re done talking about it tone that all moms seemed to have.
“Isn’t it about time that Fiona did her own laundry?” I complained. Sean, Sarah, Sydney, and I all had to do our own laundry, but that still left Fiona, Grace, Kellie, and Katie.
As soon as I’d hit sixth grade, Mom and Dad had given me a guided tour of the laundry room, and the washer and dryer had been my almost constant companions ever since.
Mom actually considered it for a few seconds before the veto came. “Maybe you can show her the ropes next month,” she said.
I knew I’d never get out of the house if I tried to argue, so I made my way to the laundry space and stared at the piles of clothes until I had a bright idea. I sorted everything and put the first load in before I went to find my sister Sarah.
“I’ll give you wardrobe privileges for a week if you do
“Yes, he certainly does,” I replied.
She handed me a small white card with her name and number printed on it. “I’ve got to head out,” she said. “But, Jessica, if you ever need anything, give me a call.”
“Thanks, I will.” How did she know my name? I was almost certain I hadn’t introduced myself.
After Teddie left, Dominic sat back down while the rest of the band set up their instruments. “I can’t believe it! I just sang with Teddie Myles,” he gushed.
“She seems nice,” I said cautiously. I was clearly missing something.
“Nice? The legendary Teddie Myles is more than nice,” he replied. “She’s—she’s . . .”
“Legendary?”
“You mean you don’t know who Teddie Myles is?” Selena had come into the club without my even noticing. She seemed to be spending a lot of time hanging around.
“And I suppose you do?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she said. “Dominic told me all about it the other night.”
The other night? I shot him a sharp glance, but he only smiled blandly at her. “Selena was helping me channel my powers,” he said. “Remember?”
“Why don’t you enlighten me?” I asked. Despite her know-it-all attitude, I noticed she waited for Dominic to fill me in.
“Teddie Myles is a legend,” Dominic said. “She was the lead singer in Temptation and then she had this amazing solo career.”
“Dominic, when you’re done chatting with your groupies, would you care to join us onstage?” Jeff Cool said sarcastically.
Groupies?
“Jessica and Selena aren’t groupies, Jeff,” Dominic snapped. “I expect you to show my friends respect.”
“We’d better let you rehearse,” I said.
“Hang on a sec, Jessica,” Dominic said. “Selena, thanks for everything.”
He’d made it clear—politely, of course—that he wanted Selena to leave, but she didn’t budge.
“Dominic, pay attention to me,” Selena said. Her voice sounded like a whiny five-year-old’s. Then she picked up his hand and repeated her words. But when she said it the second time, she sounded loud and full of power.
Jeff grumbled some more about high-maintenance singers, but Dominic ignored him.
Flo gave me a look.
I didn’t want to hang around for rehearsal any longer. I had tried to ignore Jeff’s groupie comment, but it stung. Is that how everyone saw me? Just some girl who hung all over Dominic because he was in a band?
To make matters worse, Selena still had Dominic’s hand and he was all gooey-eyed over her.
“Don’t let Jeff bother you,” Flo said. “He’s a misogynist.”
“I have more important things to worry about,” I said with false bravado. But it was true. Things were murky indeed, and I couldn’t seem to figure out how to clear them up.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I wanted to lounge around on Saturday morning before virago training, but Mom had other plans for me.
“Jessica, the laundry is really piling up,” she said.
“I thought Poppy was going to start working here.”
“To help me with paperwork and your little sisters,” Mom replied. “Not do your chores.” She used that We’re done talking about it tone that all moms seemed to have.
“Isn’t it about time that Fiona did her own laundry?” I complained. Sean, Sarah, Sydney, and I all had to do our own laundry, but that still left Fiona, Grace, Kellie, and Katie.
As soon as I’d hit sixth grade, Mom and Dad had given me a guided tour of the laundry room, and the washer and dryer had been my almost constant companions ever since.
Mom actually considered it for a few seconds before the veto came. “Maybe you can show her the ropes next month,” she said.
I knew I’d never get out of the house if I tried to argue, so I made my way to the laundry space and stared at the piles of clothes until I had a bright idea. I sorted everything and put the first load in before I went to find my sister Sarah.
“I’ll give you wardrobe privileges for a week if you do
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