Crash
By eleven this morning I've been awake for seven hours, done two radio interviews, a morning television appearance, and talked to two journalists on the phone who wanted quotes for their stories to go live before the concert. I've had my ass kissed by at least a dozen people who are twice my age, and I've heard my name screamed countless times--whenever I get in or out of the car.
Through it all, I've glanced at my phone every few minutes because I still haven't heard from Kelly. I'm ready to call her and to hell with the next media interview that's due any second. Something's wrong. She should have been up hours ago.
I've just picked my phone up, determined to call her, when a text buzzes. I see the notification from Kelly and I can breathe again.
Can you call me when
you're out of the interview?
