Victor rolled to his back and stretched out an arm to find a phone, and she complained as he left a cold spot on her back. He rolled back in snuggling up against her and she closed her eyes, not wanting to know what the big enough news was to trigger all three of their phones.
The silence was lengthy, and she had almost drifted back to sleep when Vice drew in a breath. She looked up at him. He was reading the phone that Victor held over her.
“Well,” Vice said slowly, drawing it out. “It is both good and bad news, Mira. The good news is that you have been nominated for an award, Best Album and Best Performance, and we have been nominated for Producer of the year and Best Engineered Album.”
“Well,” she turned onto her back and squinted up at the phone. The angle was not right for her to see what was on it. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“What is the bad news?” She asked guardedly.