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Tommy pauses the video. “Ella, what is going on?”

I shake my head and cover my face, but I can’t stop laughing. “I didn’t know he was Bastian Crown.”

Tommy gives me a skeptical look. “Be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“You’re shitting me. You were up on stage with Bastian Crown and you didn’t know it was him?”

“I never really paid attention to his music, not really. I certainly never knew what he looked like. You think I’ve had time to internet-stalk every rock star?”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re like, the only person in that bar who didn’t know who he was, huh?”

“Seems so,” I say, looking at the stilled video on Tommy’s phone. Unbelievable.

“Well, that was it,” he says. “I’ll let you get some rest.”

“You’re being awfully considerate,” I tell him. “Where’s the real Tommy?”

“Shut up. I’m just trying not to be a dick.”

“I appreciate that,” I say. “As well as the sandwich.”

He stands up and stretches. “You can’t loan me fifty bucks, can you?”

Ugh. “Tommy. Get the fuck out.”

He gri