Wild-Eyed Angst and The Queen of Spades, chapter 3
"Wow."
It was the next day, and the hangout spot of choice was Selena and Thom's apartment. The duo just mentioned were cuddled up on the couch, a bottle of Jack Daniel's inbetween both bodies somewhere between Thom's black work shirt with "Chuck" over the pocket and Selena's Ramones teeshirt that accentuated her nice curves. Christy was sitting in a recliner, her apparel of the day quite casual: a black teeshirt with white paint splotches on it, and blue jeans with the same telltale splotches. Her Chuck-clad feet were propped up on the coffee table, and her hair was again pulled into two small ponytails.
Frank was in the kitchen, fixing himself a snack. Over Thom's shoulder, he gave Christy a knowing look, and she shot it right back. They laughed, even when the couple glared at them both.
"I still can't believe that was Adrienne Nesser--"
"Armstrong, you mean. She's married to an Armstrong, as in Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Right, right..."
Christy sighed after she corrected Thom. Armstrong...it was strange and a twist of fate. They shared the same last name.
Not only that, but this particlular Adrienne Armstrong was co-owner of a record label. What a bizarre coincidence...
No relation of course, but it was a small world. Fishing something out of her pocket, she pulled out a buisiness card, one that Adrienne had handed her hastily before climbing into a taxi at 2 o' clock in the morning. "Call me," was all she had said before the door slammed and the taxi driver raced off, leaving a confused-and-somewhat-inebriated quartet standing outside a pub that would normally have closed four hours ago.
"Should we call her now?"
"No, she can't be home yet...I mean, in California, where she said she lived."
Selena had found the bottle of Jack Daniel's, and was now ensuring its emptiness by taking huge swigs at a time, grimacing after each one. "Gah..." she said, shaking her head.
"Damn, Sel, you need to go to AA. It's not even noon yet."
Thom dodged the pillow that was playfully slung at him. They both laughed, and went in for the kiss. Christy shrieked and jumped on the both, which ended up with Christy on the receiving end of Selena's kiss. The two guys went wild.
"Oh, oh! Girl-on-girl action! Let me get my camcorder..."
-----
A couple of minutes later, Frank and Thom were laying on the floor and Selena was sitting on top of them triumphantly while Christy was hesitantly dialing the number for the record label.
"Hello. Adeline Records management."
"Uh, er...hello. I need to speak to Adrienne Ness---I mean, Armstrong, please."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Um, no, I just met her last night..."
"Mrs. Armstrong is busy. But her husband is co-owner, would you mind if you spoke to him instead?"
"BILLIE JOE?! Um, I mean, yes, of course."
"Okay then. Please hold..."
Enter the annoying "please-hold" music.
While she was waiting, she could hear Thom and Frank begging forgiveness and Selena hitting them with something that sounded like a riding crop. Goddamn, they were so oblivious, even when she screamed Billie Joe at the top of her lungs in an incredulous tone. Shuddering, she let her mind wander. How would Billie Joe know her? Did Adrienne tell him about The Stiletto Killers? And how could this receptionist get to Billie Joe if he was in New Jersey?
Her thoughts were shattered as a voice came on the line.
"Billie Joe here."
"OHMYGOD--I mean, Hi! My name's Christoria, and your wife saw us play last night, and she gave me her card to call your company."
"Oh, you must be from The Stiletto Killers. Hi, you know my name, of course." Damn, he was friendly.
"Yeah, haha."
"Yeah...By the way, do you have a gig coming up or something? Because last night, Adrienne was just constantly singing your praises about how good you are, and I just wanted to hear you guys for myself. Is that alright?"
"Hold on a minute..."
Christy placed the phone down calmly and then ran and tackled Selena off the two guys. "OHMIGOD BILLIE JOE WANTS TO HEAR US PLAY!" Selena took this all in for a minute, then started screaming. And then Thom and Frank starting screaming.
After a couple of minutes screaming, Christy returned to the phone, regaining her composure.
"I'm back."
"You got all that screaming out of you yet?"
Christy mouthed "oh shit" before continuing.
"Haha, yeah. Me and Selena are big Green Day fans."
"Thanks! That makes you a shoo-in for the contract!"
"Really?"
"No. I'd like to hear you play first, if it isn't too much to ask."
"Of course not. We've got another gig at Fritz's next Saturday."
"We won't be in town tomorrow. How about a private gig? Just me, you guys, and probably Mike, Tre and Adrienne too. And Jason White and Jason Freese, and---"
*clunk*
"--you still there?"
"...Hello? This is Selena. Christy just fainted."
It was the next day, and the hangout spot of choice was Selena and Thom's apartment. The duo just mentioned were cuddled up on the couch, a bottle of Jack Daniel's inbetween both bodies somewhere between Thom's black work shirt with "Chuck" over the pocket and Selena's Ramones teeshirt that accentuated her nice curves. Christy was sitting in a recliner, her apparel of the day quite casual: a black teeshirt with white paint splotches on it, and blue jeans with the same telltale splotches. Her Chuck-clad feet were propped up on the coffee table, and her hair was again pulled into two small ponytails.
Frank was in the kitchen, fixing himself a snack. Over Thom's shoulder, he gave Christy a knowing look, and she shot it right back. They laughed, even when the couple glared at them both.
"I still can't believe that was Adrienne Nesser--"
"Armstrong, you mean. She's married to an Armstrong, as in Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Right, right..."
Christy sighed after she corrected Thom. Armstrong...it was strange and a twist of fate. They shared the same last name.
Not only that, but this particlular Adrienne Armstrong was co-owner of a record label. What a bizarre coincidence...
No relation of course, but it was a small world. Fishing something out of her pocket, she pulled out a buisiness card, one that Adrienne had handed her hastily before climbing into a taxi at 2 o' clock in the morning. "Call me," was all she had said before the door slammed and the taxi driver raced off, leaving a confused-and-somewhat-inebriated quartet standing outside a pub that would normally have closed four hours ago.
"Should we call her now?"
"No, she can't be home yet...I mean, in California, where she said she lived."
Selena had found the bottle of Jack Daniel's, and was now ensuring its emptiness by taking huge swigs at a time, grimacing after each one. "Gah..." she said, shaking her head.
"Damn, Sel, you need to go to AA. It's not even noon yet."
Thom dodged the pillow that was playfully slung at him. They both laughed, and went in for the kiss. Christy shrieked and jumped on the both, which ended up with Christy on the receiving end of Selena's kiss. The two guys went wild.
"Oh, oh! Girl-on-girl action! Let me get my camcorder..."
-----
A couple of minutes later, Frank and Thom were laying on the floor and Selena was sitting on top of them triumphantly while Christy was hesitantly dialing the number for the record label.
"Hello. Adeline Records management."
"Uh, er...hello. I need to speak to Adrienne Ness---I mean, Armstrong, please."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Um, no, I just met her last night..."
"Mrs. Armstrong is busy. But her husband is co-owner, would you mind if you spoke to him instead?"
"BILLIE JOE?! Um, I mean, yes, of course."
"Okay then. Please hold..."
Enter the annoying "please-hold" music.
While she was waiting, she could hear Thom and Frank begging forgiveness and Selena hitting them with something that sounded like a riding crop. Goddamn, they were so oblivious, even when she screamed Billie Joe at the top of her lungs in an incredulous tone. Shuddering, she let her mind wander. How would Billie Joe know her? Did Adrienne tell him about The Stiletto Killers? And how could this receptionist get to Billie Joe if he was in New Jersey?
Her thoughts were shattered as a voice came on the line.
"Billie Joe here."
"OHMYGOD--I mean, Hi! My name's Christoria, and your wife saw us play last night, and she gave me her card to call your company."
"Oh, you must be from The Stiletto Killers. Hi, you know my name, of course." Damn, he was friendly.
"Yeah, haha."
"Yeah...By the way, do you have a gig coming up or something? Because last night, Adrienne was just constantly singing your praises about how good you are, and I just wanted to hear you guys for myself. Is that alright?"
"Hold on a minute..."
Christy placed the phone down calmly and then ran and tackled Selena off the two guys. "OHMIGOD BILLIE JOE WANTS TO HEAR US PLAY!" Selena took this all in for a minute, then started screaming. And then Thom and Frank starting screaming.
After a couple of minutes screaming, Christy returned to the phone, regaining her composure.
"I'm back."
"You got all that screaming out of you yet?"
Christy mouthed "oh shit" before continuing.
"Haha, yeah. Me and Selena are big Green Day fans."
"Thanks! That makes you a shoo-in for the contract!"
"Really?"
"No. I'd like to hear you play first, if it isn't too much to ask."
"Of course not. We've got another gig at Fritz's next Saturday."
"We won't be in town tomorrow. How about a private gig? Just me, you guys, and probably Mike, Tre and Adrienne too. And Jason White and Jason Freese, and---"
*clunk*
"--you still there?"
"...Hello? This is Selena. Christy just fainted."
