Barbie and Tamara are coming out of the lecture hall when Barbie stops abruptly. Tamara asks, “Something wrong?”
“Nah, just getting a text.” Barbie flips open her cell phone, eyes widen as she scans the text message.
“Get outta town, I can’t believe he got them!”
Tamara shakes her head. “He who? Got what?”
Barbie’s busily texting back, “This guy has Black Eyed Peas tickets for tonight. My god they’re only in town one night.”
“Wow,” gushes Tamara. “Jose, right?”
“God no, if it was Jose, I’d have to say no. He’s all wrong for me, you gotta know that Tam.”
Tamara nods, thinking of Quentin, “Yes, I think you’re right about that.”
Barbie starts singing into an air microphone, “I wanna I wanna rock right now.”
Barbie dances around the hall, Tamara joins in chanting, “I wanna I wanna,” and Barbie starts strutting around doing her Fergie impression. “I wanna I wanna rock right now I wanna I wanna see the Black Eyed Peas.”
Tamara stops cold and asks, “But what about the test tomorrow Barb? You’re not going to be able to study at all.”
“Oh come on Tamara, there will be lots of tests but this might be my only chance to see Black Eyed Peas. Imma Be!”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, girl.”
“Imma be gonna see the Peas … Imma be fine. Look, Tam, I gotta go. Can I leave you my laptop? I’ve gotta go right now!”
“Sure,” says Tamara, taking her friend’s case. “Have fun.”
“Thanks Tam you’re an angel!”
Tamara watches Barbie go and wonders, not for the first time, how Barbie’s going to manage it. But then she always seems to have everything come out her way.
Barbie really is a golden girl. Tamara sighs, and heads for her own home. Stepping outside she shivers; much colder than before. Gotta make dinner.
Maybe something nice, she’s got to talk to Q.
