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Afterward I felt better, as if the music and the crying had purged me of something heavy and dark. By the time the show was over, I didn’t feel like crying anymore; I was just tired, and when I’d helped them bring the equipment back to the van and we were all standing clumped together in the parking lot and Sinead asked me for my number, I had to think to remember what it was.

“That way we can hang out,” Sinead explained, gesturing with her phone. “Declan and Danny and I don’t know anybody here besides Sean. And he’s so old.”

“Hey, watch it,” said Sean. He’d been drinking steadily, and now he sat in the open door of the van, an empty can next to him, a full one in his hand.

The phone she was holding buzzed, and Sinead looked at the screen. “Oh, damn. That’s Mum,” she said. “She’s here to get Danny.”

“You’re coming swimming with us, right?” asked Declan.

Sinead made a face. “I don’t know. I’m kind of tired. And I’ve got to get up early tomorrow. I might just call it a night.”

“Pussy!” said Sean.

“Wanker,” snapped Sinead.

“Okay,” said Declan. “Thanks to both of you for your edifying verbal interplay.”

“I’m going,” said Sinead, reading something on her screen. “Mum says she’s been waiting.” She gave me a hug. “You’ll give these guys your number, right? So we can hang out. And you should seriously think about joining the band. You have an awesome voice.”

“Sure,” I said, knowing it would never happen. I let Sinead hug me and then I returned Danny’s fist bump as they hustled off to meet their mother.