Jenny adjusted each person’s spacing. “Let’s do it!”
We heard the intro of the song. The synthesized melody crept over the background drum machine. Then came the lyrics. Maggie’s part was first.
“I will never break your heart
I promise from the start
Her moment in the imaginary spotlight was halted by the ringing of my desk phone.
“Who is interrupting the magic?” Maggie demanded.
I picked up the receiver.
“It’s your mother,” I told Stacey. She took the call at my desk.
“She hasn’t moved out of Stacey’s house yet,” Maggie whispered.
The Intern shook his head. “That’s rough.”
Stacey busied her right hand by clicking her retractable pen. “Mami, I am having a very important business discussion . . . Si, that is ‘Luv U, Baby Girl’ . . . How do you know about Five Guys? . . . No, I don’t think that would . . . Why do you want . . . Fine, Mami, fine.” She switched her mother to the speakerphone.
“Hello, Stacey’s friends,” her mother greeted us with her Argentinean lilt.
“Hi, Mrs. Maguire,” we replied.
“Por favor, girls, we’re all family. Call me Mami.”
Stacey gripped her pen so hard it bent in half.
“My baby doesn’t know about Five Guys and my Teddy B like I do,” Mrs. Maguire said. “Sometimes I like to throw my hands in the air, and wave them around like I just don’t care. Turn the music back on.”