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SOME KIND OF MAGIC
by Mary Ann Marlowe
Publication Date: January 31, 2017
Excerpt from SOME KIND OF MAGIC
I scanned the rest of the room. I wasn’t surprised to see he had a turntable. Micah had been buying vinyl for years. An entertainment unit held a wide-screen TV and a stack of DVDs. I walked over to check out his movie collection. A Netflix envelope sat on top, and I read the address. The name rang a bell. Adam Copeland? Then I remembered. Stacy and Kelly had crushed on a rock singer with the same name for a few weeks last summer, another impossibly hot guy with red hair. No, wait, that was a different band. I could never keep their celebrity crushes straight. My eyes went wide. What if this was that same guy? They would die. He was a musician, after all. A wave of nausea crested as I took in my surroundings. The guy certainly had money. Adam glanced up from a stack of records and caught me staring at him. What? Your name is Adam Copeland? My mind raced. The apartment was his parents’, so the money was probably his parents’, too. If he was a rock star, wouldn’t he have some lavish penthouse overlooking Central Park? He went back to flipping through albums, nonplussed. Oh, yeah. I narrowed my eyes. If I asked him straight up, he’d think I was crazy, so I casually sauntered over to the side of his bed and leaned back, facing him. I picked at the hem of my shirt, and then, as though I was teasing, I tested the waters. So, does everyone ask you if you’re any relation to that guy from that band? Huh? He pulled out a Van Morrison album and then dropped it back down, still on the search for whatever he was looking for. Then it hit me. Oh, God. I’m sorry. It must be an incredibly common name. He froze in place like a deer caught in the headlights, like he had no idea what I was talking about. This was embarrassing. Awkwardly, I fumbled for an explanation, rambling. You know that band? They have a song that gets played about a million times an hour. On the spot, I couldn’t even remember the band’s name. I scraped my brain, tapping my fingers on the bed post. It came to me out of nowhere. Walking Disaster!