I’m well acquainted with Layla. I let her sleep on my couch for a few weeks as a favor to my brother. We spent many an evening lounging in my apartment drinking rose water and herbal tea and taking turns cooking dinner. She was a horrible cook (sorry, Layla). I hooked her up with my friends at Avalon Studios. After she coaxed [my friend] Uncle K into leaving Maryland to meet us in Virginia and driving her to the Amtrak station in DC in what was one of the worst Washington snowstorms – the same one that nearly took my [former] personal trainer’s life – is when she seemed to have dropped off the face of the Earth.

Until my brother called today and said, “Did you know Layla has a video on YouTube?”

They don’t speak anymore because he claims she stole a song they were working on together. Ah. The never ending drama of the people who provide us with entertainment.