Chelsea squeezed Lisa's hand as they talked. "She was... awesome. Seriously. My best friend in the world. She didn't get into the whole car thing herself, she was a choir geek. And my god, did she have a set of pipes." Of course, as she talked, she could hear the song again, could smell the strawberries. Now that she'd accepted it, it was a bit more comforting to her. "But yeah. If she'd been around for American Idol, she totally would've on. No question." She leaned over, or more appropriately, let herself kind of fall over to hug Lisa, then pulled herself back up using the back of the couch. "Is it bad that there's a part of me that's hoping that, if she is here, I'll get to see her at some point?"