I want to be on TV / the fabulous fantasy life of Hesta, chapter 12
Sarah and Stacey attacked me almost as soon as I got off stage.
"We have something to ask you"
"Join our band"
"We couldn't find a singer"
"Or a guitarist"
"And you rock"
"Please"
"We're your best friends"
"And it's not like you have to quit Stokell's band"
"We just want to have fun"
"And be expressive!"
"It's nothing serious"
"We'd make sure rehearsal times don't clash"
"So no worries... "
"Whoa whoa slow down!"
I was being bombarded with information in each ear, but I liked what I was hearing.
"So you want me in your band?"
"YES"
"SQUIRREL!!!" exclaimed Stacey, pulling a road killed squirrel pose,
"Will you?" pouted Sarah
"I'll have to talk to Stokell first"
"You're not letting him control you, are you?"
"No he's been nice to me recently, and I don't want him going all grouchy on me again"
Sarah and Stacey looked at each other.
"Trust us, he won't"
"You're in no danger of that," giggled Stacey
"Have I missed something?"
I was getting rather agitated that I'd been in a band for just six weeks without them, and already they were forming their own bands and having private jokes without me.
"We think he likes you" smiled Stacey
"What gives you that impression?"
"He told us"
"What? When?!"
"Today when he arrived and you went to the toilet. He's going to ask you out"
"He asked us what you'd probably say"
"And?"
"Well you'd say no wouldn't you? There was the whole Vicki incident, and now there's the band"
"It'd be awful for Harry being in a band with two lovebirds"
"It's split the band up eventually"
"It's not a good idea" Stacey finished.
My friends were right, and they'd done the right thing. But this was one time when I wished they weren't right, and hadn't done the right thing.
"We have something to ask you"
"Join our band"
"We couldn't find a singer"
"Or a guitarist"
"And you rock"
"Please"
"We're your best friends"
"And it's not like you have to quit Stokell's band"
"We just want to have fun"
"And be expressive!"
"It's nothing serious"
"We'd make sure rehearsal times don't clash"
"So no worries... "
"Whoa whoa slow down!"
I was being bombarded with information in each ear, but I liked what I was hearing.
"So you want me in your band?"
"YES"
"SQUIRREL!!!" exclaimed Stacey, pulling a road killed squirrel pose,
"Will you?" pouted Sarah
"I'll have to talk to Stokell first"
"You're not letting him control you, are you?"
"No he's been nice to me recently, and I don't want him going all grouchy on me again"
Sarah and Stacey looked at each other.
"Trust us, he won't"
"You're in no danger of that," giggled Stacey
"Have I missed something?"
I was getting rather agitated that I'd been in a band for just six weeks without them, and already they were forming their own bands and having private jokes without me.
"We think he likes you" smiled Stacey
"What gives you that impression?"
"He told us"
"What? When?!"
"Today when he arrived and you went to the toilet. He's going to ask you out"
"He asked us what you'd probably say"
"And?"
"Well you'd say no wouldn't you? There was the whole Vicki incident, and now there's the band"
"It'd be awful for Harry being in a band with two lovebirds"
"It's split the band up eventually"
"It's not a good idea" Stacey finished.
My friends were right, and they'd done the right thing. But this was one time when I wished they weren't right, and hadn't done the right thing.
