Diana sat staring dumbly at the spot on the stage where moments ago her best friend had stood. She felt as though the room had spun uncontrollably for the last five minutes and then had come crashing to an abrupt halt. She forced herself to breathe and looked down at the paper in her hand. The lyrics written there seemed to glare at her in accusation. Her mind reeled trying to find an anchor. Finally, as she closed her eyes images from form two weeks ago flashed against her lids:
The shattered look on Nia's face as she had asked in a broken voice, "You're going to do what?"
"Lisa asked me out and I think I'm going to go," She had replied.
"You are going out with Lisa? A woman?"
"Yes, is that a problem?" She had been thrown by her friend's reaction. Nia hadn't answered. She had just walked over and stood at the window, her long, dark hair hiding her face.
"I can't believe you have a problem with this. It's something I've been thinking about and wanting for awhile. Now someone's offering an opportunity and I'm going to jump on it. Literally." She had snorted as Nia whipped around. "Please, it's not as if you'd offer."
The dark woman had recoiled, her distinctly Greek features twisting in what Diana had taken for disgust.
"I can't do this," the woman had shuttered, turning to leave.
"What?" She had reached out and grabbed the tanned arm. "Over half of our friends can be gay, but when I, your 'best and longest standing friend,' decide it's what I want you become a homophobic bigot?"
Nia had jerked away and fled. The last Diana had seen of her was her back as she had run down the stairs.
She jerked back to the present when a hand touched her arm. Lisa leaned in close to be heard over the music. "Are you alright?"