Syncopated Rhythm

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did lose it when I looked over, and Amber was watching in rapt attention as tears gently flowed down her cheeks. Amber pulled me into a hug and let me sob on her shoulder.  I tried to draw on her strength, then I sat up and wiped my tears on the back of my arm and smiled.  “Sorry.”
    She grinned and scrunched up her nose.  “It's ok Ky, we all need to release it sometimes.  This...” she motioned toward the presentation that was over now.  “Was phenomenal, not to mention the quality of the production.  Your mother will love it. You NEED to show it to her.”
    I shook my head slowly, dropping my eyes.  “No, it isn't good enough yet.”
    Amber just responded humorously with a cocky grin. “Bullshit.  But I won't press the issue.” Then she looked a little afraid.  “So.  Ummm... you said you visit her every weekend.  Are you going this weekend?”
    It was my turn to grin.  “No.  I'm supposed to be with you for the duration.  Then I can go see mom. She won't remember I missed a couple weekends.”  Saying that was like shoving a shadow sword into my own heart without having a respawn point.
    She stood pulling me up.  “I pull my previous 'bullshit' from the discard pile and offer it up once again lady, though it is slightly used now.  You're going to go see your mom.”
    I hesitantly raised a hand to her cheek and she closed her eyes and leaned in.  Oh gawd, it is going to melt me if she keeps doing stuff like that. “No Amber, I need this internship and if they find I abandoned you for the weekend, there will be hell to pay.”
    She bounced on her toes cutely.  “Then take me with you.  If you'll have me that is.”  Before I could protest she was heading for her room yelling, “Road trip!” melodically.
    She glanced back with exaggerated drama as my mouth was still hanging open to protest and she said playfully,  “Gimme like thirty minutes to get ready and take my thyroid medication then lets hit the road to... where was it you lived?  Potato-ville, Idaho or some such?”  I threw a pillow at her as I chuckled, but she escaped my fluffy, wrath filled, projectile and disappeared into her room.
    I heard her say, “Too slow.  And you brag about your potatoes on your license plates!” And then though the door I heard her snort.  I felt a pang of sad emotion when I heard her radio switch on.
    Wait, what the heck just happened?  The fracking bouncy imp!   That was just like one of those intermissions in a video game, where you can't escape it, you just have to watch it unfold.  Crap...  I'm taking Amber LaLanie to Idaho to see my mom!?   I started packing in a daze.  A happy daze.  An Amber Lee daze. Gawd I was going to miss her when she leaves in two weeks.  How the hell had she ensconced herself into my life like this?
    I heard her call out through the door. “Pink or black?”
    I called back, “Gorgeous snow leopard!”
    She blew a raspberry and said, “Pink it is then.  I'll bring the other in case we need to slip under the radar.  Do they like, have Karaoke in Idaho or is it all cowboy bars?”
    I yelled, “Hey!  You're making us sound like we are out in the sticks or something!  Watch it woman!  And hey!  You're from Iowa!”  This just got hysterical laughing and I made my way to the shower.
    As I showered I couldn't get the stupid smile off my face.  She was Amber LaLanie, but she was going to Post Falls with me so I could see my mom.  She had absolutely no reason to do this except that she truly wanted me to spend the time with my mom that she knows I cherish.  I started singing, badly,  Forever Do as I washed up.  My own cracking voice was making me chuckle.  How I wish I could sing like Amber.
    After I got done and dressed I was suddenly nervous as heck.  Any hit from a Dark Elf now and my health meter would bottom out.  What?  Sorry, I get geeky when I'm nervous.
    I grabbed my bag, and right on cue I heard the music in the other room stop and

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