“Hi. Are you busy?”
“Not really. Why?”
“I was wondering if you could go and watch my band tonight. I’ll stay with you after we perform and I promise you won’t be home too late.”
“Sounds interesting. Sure, yeah. I will. Just message me the details on how to go there. See you!”
Sure, continue acting normal. You’re a freak for falling into his trap. Again.
I immediately went to my room and looked for something decent to wear. That place must be filled with drunk adults and I have to play safe. I decided to go for my ragged George Harrison tank top, blue jeans, and my almost-dying red chucks. I rolled on the bed for release. I seriously have no idea why I agreed on seeing him tonight. I love his band. I’m a big fan actually. But man, this is bad. This is going to be bad, I can feel it.
“Hi. I can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ll introduce you to the whole band, don’t worry. :p”
It took me about an hour to arrive at the place. As expected, the bar was packed with drunk adults. I could barely see anyone I know except for this college friend of mine I just met recently who’s kissing some guy with a weird looking beard. The place was filled with chat noise and nothing wild was happening which was a good sign, thank god. I have no time for mosh pits and smelly men at the moment. Meanwhile, there he goes waving and smiling with his black telecaster wrapped around his arms.
“You made it! HAHAHA wow I actually thought you looked younger in person.”
“Shut up. Seriously? If it weren’t for your beautiful guitar, I would have punched you already.”
“I’m just kidding. Let me introduce you to the rest of the band. Your favorite part.”
“Now? You’re kidding me right? I might faint. Don’t do this to me.”
Too late. He did introduce me before their set. They were all so nice and I couldn’t move a single bone afterwards. They sang all of my favorites, except for one though. The one that he wrote. I was actually waiting for them to play it but I’m guessing “If You’re Not Here” was their last song, and that’s really a great song ender when you’re drinking beer alone.
I watched him as he was fixing his guitar jacks and placing them aside. He immediately went to me afterwards and I guess here goes the acting normal part again.
“Look at that red face of yours. Stop drinking, you underaged woman.” he laughed.
“Excuse you, mister. I just wanted to watch the best band ever and was it my fault that I had to wait for you for three straight hours?”
“Okay, okay. Nice shirt by the way. I hate George Harrison.”
“You hate George Harrison. That’s pretty odd because you both play the same role in the band.”
“But that doesn’t mean I like him.” he grinned.
“Okay, whatever. You win. Oh and hey, I brought you something.” I handed him the Fountains of Wayne album that I wanted him to listen to. It was kind of our thing, trading music.
“This is great. Thank you. Don’t forget to remind me about emailing you the songs.”
We spent a good amount of time talking about well, everything. The conversation basically revolved around our musical heroes and him mentoring me about college what nots. It was so amusing; except for the fact that I was getting pretty dizzy because of the booze he kept on ordering.
“Hey, I’m dizzy. I should probably get going. I still have to run errands because my parents are arriving tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, of course. I can’t let some seventeen year old stay up this late.” he teased.
“Hey, stop it.” I punched his shoulder, not feeling close to normal.
“You’re pretty drunk. I’m bringing you home, alright?”
He drove me home and I could barely remember anything other than singing at the top of our lungs with the car windows down. We arrived my house earlier than expected and I felt too heavy to get up and go.
“Hey, woman. We’re here. Please don’t let me carry you to your bedroom.”
“Then don’t. I can sleep in your car. You have very soft car seats, I can stay here forever.” I smiled.
“No, I am not letting you drool on my seat cover.” He was whistling my favorite song as he carried me to my bedroom. I’m not quite sure if he was teasing me or if it was just coincidental.
“Okay, here we go. Get some sleep. I have to go home now. Thank you for showing up at our gig. I had fun with you tonight.” He carefully dropped me on my bed and put the sheets on me. I slightly opened my eyes and laughed to catch him walking in baby steps as he goes out.”
“You’re funny. Thank you for tonight.” I got up and opened my arms to give him a hug.
I watched him from the window as he approached his car. He looked up and I think he caught me looking. My phone lighted up and I got a text message from him.
“Silly ‘cause you still look amazing even in your drunk state. Goodnight.”
I slept with a smile on my face.