Mandy is my best friend. We’ve known each other for years and we’re almost like sisters. That doesn’t mean, nevertheless, that we have everything in common. Our tastes are the exact opposite of each other. It’s a wonder how we’ve managed to be best friends up until today.
One day, she asked me to spend the night at her new place since her husband was away on some musical tour—he’s a band manager slash composer. I gladly agreed since we haven’t been able to spend much time together due to our busy schedules. The moment I got there, I went straight to their ‘recording studio’, a room where Mandy’s husband keeps all his music stuff and recording equipment. Sure enough, my best friend was there listening to her husband’s songs which sounded heavenly through their portable amplifier. When she saw me, we squealed like tenth-graders and hugged each other. We hardly slept a wink that night because we had a lot to catch up on. I really missed my best friend.