Emily smiled. She had been ready to dump Tick anyway and this just made it easier. But who else could she get back at? Her thoughts went to her ex-boyfriend Bill. He was a tough guy who played bass in a local metal band called Satan’s Sermon. Emily checked their Facebook page and sure enough they were playing a gig that evening at a crusty punk dive downtown that had been given the ironic name “The Church.”
Emily spent the afternoon drinking a bit to get up her courage. When it came time for the show she drove to the club and paid the cover. Once inside she worked her way to the rear of the room and asked the sound guy if she could snap a photo, making sure to perk up her tits while she did.
“Of course, babe” he answered.
She smiled and brought up the camera, making sure to get Bill and his four band mates in the frame, as well as a large portion of the crowd.
The flash went off and she stared at the picture as it developed. Instead of a grungy bar it was a brightly lit church. And on the stage where Bill had been standing was a smiling bride in an elegant dress. Where the drummer had been was an older lady. Mother of the bride, maybe? And the vocalist and the lead guitarist were now two men in nice suits, one older than the other. The rhythm guitarist was dressed in a suit. He surveyed the room.
Quickly, reality shifted to match the photo. The sound guy was now a shy young woman seated at the organ. The formerly rowdy crowd were families watching the wedding. The priest said “I now pronounce you man and wife” and Bill began to make out with his former band mate.
As for Emily, we’ll...