I don’t know how the video got out, but I do know that I shared it with one person and one person only. Besides, it’s not like Clem was being so judicious in the first place about who she shared it with.

I get in the truck and Clem circles around to get into the passenger side, but I hit the lock button before she can open the door.

“Waylon Russell Brewer!” she says, shocked.

I shake my head and turn the radio on.

Clem comes over to my side and knocks on the window. “It’s not so bad,” she pleads. “Please let me in. We can handle this! We can do anything together! We’re the Brewer twins, damn it!”

And that’s it. That’s the final straw. I roll my window down and turn to her. “Together? Really? Just like how you were going to go to Georgia without me? Or were we supposed to do that together too?”

Her jaw drops, and it’s then that I know this is really happening. My twin sister, my best friend, is leaving me to go halfway across the country and she didn’t even have the courage to tell me. She’s not thinking about it or weighing her options. Clem’s mind is made up.

It takes her too long to form a thought, to grasp her words.

I’ve already rolled my window up and am blasting Gaga’s “Bad Romance.” I reverse out of the parking lot, leaving my sister there, her jaw still slack.

Eight

It only takes a few minutes of internet sleuthing to piece together how this happened, and it all starts with Kyle Meeks.

Of course, it does. I slam my phone down in the passenger seat and grip my steering wheel as I try to inhale the good vibes and exhale the toxic anger that makes me want to crush Kyle Meeks and everything he loves until all that’s left is ashes for me to sprinkle across a pit of rattlesnakes.

After a few moments, I pick my phone up again and begin to reread his text message.

Kyle: Waylon, I am so incredibly sorry! I shared the video to the Prism Club Facebook group. Or so I thought. I accidentally publicly posted it to my personal page. It was only up for 20 minutes. 30 tops.

I pull up Facebook and find his post in the Prism Club, where he’d originally intended to post it.

Kyle Meeks (Moderator) → Prism (Group, 36 Members)

I’m so thrilled to share this FIERCEST OF THEM ALL audition tape from our very own, Waylon Brewer. You go, Waylon! We’re rooting for you!

11

Below is the video in its full unedited glory.

He even tagged me. This is what I get for saying Facebook is beneath me. (Honestly though, any platform where my own mother is sharing memes is not a safe space.)