Bette feels a change in the atmosphere while walking down the street, a change between her and Kirsten. Something must have happened at work, something…..cuz she was confronted with a different side of Kirsten, an unusually quiet one. Not to say it wasn’t pleasant, they walked down the street, the nice sun pleasant to the skin and sky, only this time Kirsten answered in monosyllables. Bette liked her too much to let it go, so while on their way to the Feist gig at an obscure dark cafe who had the ***** good luck to land such a singer Bette made her move. Walking closer she took Kirsten’s hand, Kirsten was wearing dark blue jeans with a light baby blue long sleeve shirt-her hair up with attractive strands down the sides of her face, she started but relaxed in Bette’s grip. Bette leaned in close and whispered what was wrong…Kirsten let go of Bette’s hand and said “nothing”. Her tone signified for Bette not to transgress any further. Bette was reminded of Kirsten’s age, she saw the crow’s feet and a weariness only people over 35 have…but there was also a youthfullness Kirsten had that Bette did not. It was this youthfullness that enabled Kirsten to completely turn the mood from a somber tense one to something exciting when she grinned that huge grin at Bette..”we’re here!! can you believe we’re gonna see Feist!!!” Bette couldn’t help but laugh and smile back.

 Once inside though, after the drinks were ordered and the seats found, before the songs and the excitment…the mood came and dwelled upon them again. And this time no one said anything, Bette could feel the chasm grow between them and for the first time she felt uncomfortable around Kirsten. And then Feist went on the stage, the songs came and the audience went wild, it was an intimate affair…a small gathering cuz it was only known she was coming yesterday, a full cafe but a good turn-out, not too many not too much..perfect for a folkie like Feist. While Bette listening to a filler song she felt a touch on her hand, Kirsten, Bette leaned in…Kirsten leaned in and her mouth was so close to Bette’s ear….”im sorry for being distant, it’s just that…that yesterday i talked to a relative from back home and i found out my mother passed away”  Bette leaned back, she took Kirsten’s hand in hers…”jesus Kirsten…im sorry, i-…..im just so sorry” Kirsten nodded, then gave a half-smile….”i wasn’t close to her anyway, just a bummer that’s all” Bette kissed Kirsten’s hand, to make her feel better. Kirsten whispered her thanks, knowing it was only for comfort…..she was good at hiding her feelings….but it seemed Bette could see throught that and that one little gesture helped. Bette gave a look that Kirsten knew only to be that of empathy…she knew what it was like to lose someone. Then Feist’s “lonely lonely’ came on and both turned back to hear the waning sounds of her voice, her guitar strings….what timing. It made Bette want to cry….for Tina herself angelica …and now Kirsten.