The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher Playlist

Uhg, the Opportunist!!! The book was all over the place…..the music choices were too. I loved it!

In front of me, there is a bong in the shape of Bob Marley’s head.

“Umm, you’re a classic rock kind of guy…but I could be wrong.” People change (I inserted my own song of choice hereJ)

I could make being depressed my full time job. That’s what country singers did. I could be a country singer. I belt out a couple of verses of “Achy Breaky Heart” and take another swig.

I don’t know what to say. The Caleb I knew was always in control. I always thought Jewel had him pegged--- he was fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care (I really hope this is referencing Jewel, the singer if not I feel like a fool, lol).

Maybe if I ignored him, he would leave. The Black Eyed Peas were playing loudly over the speakers. I tapped by foot to the rhythm.

“Let’s see. You can kill with a smile, can wound with your eyes…””That’s not original, that’s a Billy Joel Song,” I interrupted. “And what kind of compliment is that, anyway?”

I plug in my seat belt and begin messing with the radio. Jim likes Phish and that’s practically a sin in my book, since they’re Grateful Dead wannabees.

I pause. Then I saw, “Caleb’s back.” There is shocked silence. Gladys Knight sings on the radio. Jim’s fingers are absently tapping the steering wheel.

We don’t speak much. Jim plays an old Marcy Playground CD that we used to listen to in college. Sex and Candy.

My father---Oliver Kaspen, no middle name---was the worst sort of bastard a woman can drop from her loins. My mother used to say that he was a carbon copy of Elvis: dark and sexy, with bedroom eyes.

A guy wearing a Korn t-shirt was typing something into a laptop behind the table. He nodded at me when I approached and his eyes immediately found my cleavage.

When Rhianna sang: Just you presence and I second guess my sanity…I looked directly at Caleb and crooked my finger.

The ‘Friends” theme song is playing from my small television when I get out of the shower.

He was humming Yellow. “This is where we first met,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “It’s where the trouble all started.”

I found it strange that over the trilling of Chopin and the constant humming of a dozen conversations, I head his voice.

He has such square taste is music. Square, Square. I hum the SpongeBob SquarePants theme song and look out the window.

Now you see what I mean. The music is all over the place. If you haven’t already read the book, I hope by seeing this playlist it makes you want to read it. It truly is entertaining and amazing.

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