Chapter Four Then next time Dee glanced at the clock, it was quitting time and it came none to soon.  What a day, she thought.  If it's this bad tomorrow, I'm going to need all four days off to recuperate. The intercom buzzed from the office. "Dee?" "Stilll here and please don't tell me you need me to go to ER!" "No, just stop in the office before you go, there's an envelope here for you." An envelope for me? 'Yeah, Dr. Endrizzi is probably sending me my pink slip personally', she thought, walking to the office.  She was handed an envelope that had "Deirdre Scott" handwritten on it.  Doesn't look official, she pondered as she tore it open.  Looking inside, she couldn't believe what she saw.  There were two tickets to the NSync concert that night and a note that simply said "call me when you get these" and a phone number that was a long distance number.  "What the he…….." "What's up, Dee?"  Melanie asked as she came out of the locker room.  "Um………I just got these two tickets to the NSync concert." "From who??????" Melanie asked looking over Dee's shoulder. "Darned if I know!" "Well, you're going aren't you?" "Why would I go? I don't even like them!" "How would you know? Do you even listen to their music?" "Well, no………"  Dee looked up.  "What are you doing tonight?" "Going to my parent's cottage, remember? That's why I didn't buy tickets myself or I'd be going." "Your parents wouldn't mind if you didn't come up until tomorrow, would they?  Why don't you take these tickets and go?" Melanie hesitated for only a moment before grinning at Dee. "Only if you go with me."  Dee didn't say anything. "C'mon, Dee! Live it up a little! This is just what you need. You haven't let yourself have fun since the accident.  C'mon! It'll be a blast!" Dee's face clouded up at the mention of the tragedy of nearly a year ago. "Walk me out to the parking lot and I'll think about it." When they got to their cars, Dee turned and looked at Melanie.  "Okay…..I'll go. But what do I wear to a "boy band" concert?" "I'll come by at 6 o'clock and we can go through your wardrobe.  There must be something in there that is appropriate." Melanie hopped into her Chevy Blazer and waved goodbye to Dee who slipped into her Trans Am. It was still bothering her as to where the tickets came from.  She then looked at the note with the phone number and pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number. After five rings, Dee was about to hang up, when someone male answered. "Hello……" "Hi, this is Deirdre Scott." Silence on the other end of the line. "Ummmm……This is Dee Scott." Dee could hear some shuffling in the background. "Hey, Joey……you know a Dee Scott?" Oh…..my………God….thought Dee.  And in the background she heard, "Dammit Wade, just gimme my phone or I'll kill ya." Dee couldn't help but smile. "Dee?  Did you get the tickets?" "Yes, I did, Joey.  Thanks." "You're going to come, aren't you?" "Against my better judgment, yes, but Melanie is forcing me to go." Joey laughed and she could almost see those eyes curling up at the corners.  "That's the other girl that drew blood with you?" "Yup" "Well, that's good." "Why?" "Cause Lance has been bugging the shit out of me asking me to tell you to bring her along." Now it was Dee's turn to laugh.  "Well, tell him the two of us will be there." "Great. Hey, I've gotta go, it's soundcheck time.  Enjoy the show." "Thanks so much for the tickets, that was really sweet of you." Joey threw his cellphone in his backpack and slung it over his shoulder and turned to see JC watching him. "Hey, C what's up?" "Who was that you were talking to?" he asked as they made their way to the backstage area. "Dee Scott…….the girl who took our blood this morning in the emergency room." Just then Chris and Lance stepped in with them. "She isn't even your type," JC told Joey, shaking his head. "What's my type?" Joey countered. "Long dark hair and a double D cup," JC grinned. "Man, you buy into all those teeny magazine rumors too?" he said, grinning. "We've seen you in action, Joey," Lance chimed in. "Hey,"Chris piped up, "is she a girl? Does she breathe?" Chris got nods from the others. "Well, then she's his type." Joey popped Chris one on the shoulder as they met up with Justin and climbed the stage for the soundcheck. Chapter Five Home