Capítulo 7: Chapter 7

“Eli!” Doug answered the door wearing black leggings and a white Tortuga shirt and ushered me into the house. He looked out of place among the modern décor. “There’s breakfast in the kitchen if you’re hungry. Nothing fancy, just bacon and eggs and stuff. P’s upstairs. You brought different clothes, right?” He looked my jeans and T-shirt over with a sudden moment of alarm.

“Yeah.” I hefted my backpack and his shoulders slouched in relief.

“Thank God. How are you feeling? Good? Nervous?”

“A little nervous,” I admitted. Okay, a lot nervous, if we had to be honest, but also excited. I’d spent most of the evening with them after work last night, practicing, doing a sort of dress rehearsal. It had mostly gone over without a hitch, but Hitomi kept snapping at me to loosen up.

“Are we going to have to get you drunk at ten in the morning? Move around,Eli. You’ve got as much stage presence as a tree branch!”