My Made Coach, chapter 5
*One Week Later*
I walked out of my seventh period class with Danny.
"Tre's fucking sexy." I said to her. She laughed.
"You bet he is."
"Why, thank you."
"Holy shit Tre, you scared me."
"Sorry... come with me, we're gonna practice."
"Okay, bye Danny."
"No, wait, I want her to watch you, that way, you'll be inspired to not mess up."
"Danny, wanna come?"
"Sure... but only for a little while."
"Okay, cool." We all walked down to the band room and Tre motioned for me to sit down behind one of the drum sets.
"Okay, so tomorrow I'm going to be going back to LA."
"You are?"
"Yeah, I have to see my kids."
"Oh, that's so sweet." Danny said. I laughed at her.
"Retard."
"Okay, so have you been practicing?"
"Duh Tre, you've been with me when I practiced."
"Right."
"So, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, cymbal, cymbal, bass." I played the beat just like he said.
"Can you go any faster?" I did it faster.
"Faster."
"Faster."
"Faster." I couldn't do it.
"Okay, I want you to see how fast you can do that."
"When do you come back?"
"I don't, the next time I see you will be when you come to LA."
"When are you going to LA?" Danny asked me.
"Four weeks."
"How long will you be in LA?"
"Five weeks... maybe longer." Tre said. I nodded and looked at Danny.
"Wow." Her cell phone rang.
"Okay, be right there mom."
"Bye you guys, talk to you later."
"Bye Danny."
"Bye." Tre turned to look at me.
"Do you practice at all at home?"
"As much as I can."
"How often is that?"
"About two hours a day."
"Nice."
"Thanks."
"So do yo-" my cell phone rang and Tre gave me look that said, 'Answer it and you die.'
I took it out of my backpack and looked at it.
"Tre, it's Jason, it could be important." He sighed heavily.
"Answer it." I smirked and opened my phone.
"Talk to me, baby bro."
"Mom's dead." My brother sobbed.
"What the fuck?" I said, almost dropping the phone.
"Mom died, when I came home. She was, she was, on the floor and-"
"I'll be right there."
"Okay, bye Jordan, I love you."
"I love you too." I hung up the phone.
"Whoa, you said I love you. This must be big."
"Tre... my mom died." I said standing up.
"What?"
"She died, this afternoon."
"Holy crap, we have to get back to your house."
I walked out of my seventh period class with Danny.
"Tre's fucking sexy." I said to her. She laughed.
"You bet he is."
"Why, thank you."
"Holy shit Tre, you scared me."
"Sorry... come with me, we're gonna practice."
"Okay, bye Danny."
"No, wait, I want her to watch you, that way, you'll be inspired to not mess up."
"Danny, wanna come?"
"Sure... but only for a little while."
"Okay, cool." We all walked down to the band room and Tre motioned for me to sit down behind one of the drum sets.
"Okay, so tomorrow I'm going to be going back to LA."
"You are?"
"Yeah, I have to see my kids."
"Oh, that's so sweet." Danny said. I laughed at her.
"Retard."
"Okay, so have you been practicing?"
"Duh Tre, you've been with me when I practiced."
"Right."
"So, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, bass, snare, cymbal, cymbal, bass." I played the beat just like he said.
"Can you go any faster?" I did it faster.
"Faster."
"Faster."
"Faster." I couldn't do it.
"Okay, I want you to see how fast you can do that."
"When do you come back?"
"I don't, the next time I see you will be when you come to LA."
"When are you going to LA?" Danny asked me.
"Four weeks."
"How long will you be in LA?"
"Five weeks... maybe longer." Tre said. I nodded and looked at Danny.
"Wow." Her cell phone rang.
"Okay, be right there mom."
"Bye you guys, talk to you later."
"Bye Danny."
"Bye." Tre turned to look at me.
"Do you practice at all at home?"
"As much as I can."
"How often is that?"
"About two hours a day."
"Nice."
"Thanks."
"So do yo-" my cell phone rang and Tre gave me look that said, 'Answer it and you die.'
I took it out of my backpack and looked at it.
"Tre, it's Jason, it could be important." He sighed heavily.
"Answer it." I smirked and opened my phone.
"Talk to me, baby bro."
"Mom's dead." My brother sobbed.
"What the fuck?" I said, almost dropping the phone.
"Mom died, when I came home. She was, she was, on the floor and-"
"I'll be right there."
"Okay, bye Jordan, I love you."
"I love you too." I hung up the phone.
"Whoa, you said I love you. This must be big."
"Tre... my mom died." I said standing up.
"What?"
"She died, this afternoon."
"Holy crap, we have to get back to your house."
