Harmony looked at the caller ID on her ringing cell phone back in the hotel with her fellow backup dancers and best friends. Blocked number.
Her heart took off. Scam? FBI?
Ignoring every fibre of her being telling her to let it ring, she picked up. "Hello?"
"Hi, I found this number in my purse. This is Nellie Wafer."
It was obvious that she'd recited this many times, and Harmony felt like laughing from relief. And blushing.
Harmony was an open lesbian, and she was definitely interested in Nellie, not that she was willing to say it yet. Her last girlfriend had converted to being Lutheran and gone straight, and she knew Nellie was a Catholic.
"Hi Nellie. This is Harmony."
She heard a slight silence on the other end, and then a voice asking, "What are you doing tomorrow?" quickly.
Now it was Harmony's turn to go quiet. She had no idea how to respond to a date offer - she was used to being the 'male figure.' But if that's the way the cookie crumbles.
"Um, I was going to hang out with the girls, but I guess I could change my plans if I wanted to."
A sigh of relief and Nellie's voice was slower yet still awkward and nervous. "Do you want to come hang out in my hotel room and watch some movies? I'd ask you out for dinner but . . ."
Ah, yes. Nellie was a pop star with feelings. She didn't want the bad publicity. She supposed that insults must hurt like crazy. "Sure."
"I'll meet you in the lobby. You know where my hotel is right?"
"Okay, and yep. See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow."
And then Nellie hung up. Harmony smiled a little and put her phone back in her pocket. She was like that in the early days of her lesbianism. Awkward and unsure.
She was still like that sometimes, but had tried to be a little more bold. Though this was the first time she'd been so bold as to drop her phone number in someone's purse.
Well, there was a first time for everything.