October 2018, Nashville
Oh my god, Jeff is walking towards me. Should I say something?? He’s, like, in charge of this whole thing. The side of my nose starts to heat, and so does one side of my neck. Yes, I look like a giraffe when I get nervous. A gift from my fifth decade of life. Super. I look down and pretend to interest myself in a giant potted plant nearby. What waxy leaves you have…
“Jeff, hey! How’s it going?” says someone else.
My whole body relaxes. Saved by the bell.
man, Jeff souns like a celebrity!
