I got my first call from Taylor the night after he�d arrived in Chicago.

�I just feel so bad for missing your recital.  How did that go?� he asked.

�It was okay.  Madame said I looked a bit distracted, but it was fine.�

�How about those leotards?� he asked.  I could completely picture the expression on his face.

�Jordan Taylor, I do declare�� I said in a mock Southern accent.  He laughed on the other end.

�No interesting ones?  That�s completely disappointing.�

�Well�� I said, my voice teasing.  �There was this red one��

�Red?� he piped up.  �You look so hot in red�you�re definitely going to have to model it for me when I get back home.�

�When are you getting home?� I asked him.

�We need to talk about that�� he said.

�What�s wrong?  Things not working out for you guys over there?� I asked.

�No, it�s just that�Well, we need to get some film for the new video, and Train actually cancelled an appearance here, so we�re gonna get to use the House of Blues,� he said.

�That�s awesome!� I told him.

�Not so much��

�Why not?  Taylor that place will look awesome!�

�I know�that�s why it�s too good an offer to say no to,� he continued.

�So why refuse?� I asked, completely confused.

�Well we won�t�but it�s next Friday,� he said slowly.

�Next Friday�like a week and a half from today,� I said, trying to do the math in my head.

�Yeah.  So I�m not gonna be home for a while�I�m so sorry Nat,� he apologized.
 
�No, I understand�seriously�� I said.

�Nat, I can cancel it if you want me to.  Just say the word,� Taylor told me.

�Taylor it�s your job.  You know what you have to do,� I reasoned with him.  If he was going to cancel out on Friday�s events, it was going to have to be his own call.

�I didn�t expect to be gone so long.  I�ll make it up to you when I get home, okay?�

�Yep,� I said, playing with his scarf.

�I miss you,� he said.

�Miss you too.�

�OK.  I�m gonna run, but I�ll see you next Saturday, okay?�

�Yep, see you then,� I said as I pushed the off button.  I�d see him next Saturday�three days after our one-year anniversary.
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