Abandoned At A Green Day Concert, chapter 10
Mike pulled into a parking lot and I saw a dimly lit sign that said "Jordan's Custom Guitars." We stepped out of the car, and Mike popped the trunk and pulled out a guitar case. We walked inside and the man behind the counter looked up from the guitar he was working on and said "Oh, hey Mike! What can I do for ya?" Mike put the case on a table and said "Hey Jordan, I'm getting her a new bass..." as he turned to me and smiled at the shocked look on my face. I looked around to make sure I was the one he was talking about. We were the only ones there, besides Jordan. I knew how much one of Mike's basses usually ran, (and it was more than I ever wanted to spend, which is why I never had one) but a custom-made one must've been a good chunk more. I couldn't believe this was happening. Since when had I been so lucky?!
Jordan smiled at me and said, "Well, do you know what you want?" I was still shocked, but managed to find some sort of answer, mainly a series of "umm"s and "uh"s with a few words inbetween that explained that I didn't know I needed to have something in mind, because I didn't have a clue Mike was taking me there, let alone buying me a new bass. Mike explained that, since I had told him I only had a baby bass, he thought I should have a regular scale one. He told Jordan to get the makings of one of his "usuals," and turned to me after Jordan had gone to the back. "You can pick out what you want it to look like. Jordan has lots of cool stuff. I'll make it easier for ya by just making it one of mine."
"Thank you!" I said, "Both for the bass, and making it easier for me. I can't really think right now. Wow... Thank you!" I gave him a big hug and kiss as Jordan walked back in with some of the stuff. "PDA!" Jordan laughed, and went to get the rest of the stuff. When he came back, he showed me colors I could pick from and the pick-guards, pickups, and knobs I could choose from. I picked a metallic bright purple for the body, metallic grey pick-guard and pickups, and star-shaped knobs. Jordan sprayed on the paint, and it was a beautiful color. I wouldn't get to see the finished product until the next day, however, and Mike said I couldn't come with him to get it. That somewhat disappointed me, but then again I don't think I wanted to know how much it cost. I thanked Jordan before we left, and we headed back to the bus.
When we got back, it was about 8:30. Tre ran up and swept me off my feet, screaming "I missed you! I thought you'd never come back! I thought you had run away and gotten married!" I laughed as he set me on the couch. Billie asked how our date had gone, and Mike replied "Good, other than the fact that we ran into a problem that seemed to like following us around." Tre cocked his head and said, "Stephanie following you again?"
"Nope," Mike said, "I'm not the only stalked one around here." Billie laughed and said, "I told you that if she looked like me she had to be hot, but I didn't think she'd actually get stalked like we do!" I explained that Jack had stalked me back in middle school, and we happened to run into each other in WalMart. I was glad that he was gone for now, but I wondered to myself if Mike was keeping me here tomorrow because he figured we'd run across trouble if I left the bus. Tre and Mike went to the kitchen to drinks for everyone while Billie continued to joke about how Mike had commented that I looked like him, saying that that must mean that Mike would like him if he were a girl.
We stayed up a few more hours, and then Jason yawned and said he was "hittin' the hay" and we should all do the same. I felt a yawn coming, but suppressed it. Nobody else seemed tired. Billie, Tre, Mike and I stayed up a while longer, talking about the days events. Tre had managed to get his hand stuck in the freezer when he tried to get some ice out. It turned out he had just washed his hands, but hadn't bothered to dry them before reaching in. Billie said it took about 10 minutes with the hair dryer to free him. That supplied a good laugh for the four of us, and Tre was dubbed "Hair dryer-hands." Soon after that, everyone began nodding off in the middle of conversations, so no one was able to keep up with exactly what we were talking about. The conversation fell apart, and we decided it would be best for us to go to bed. We said our goodnights and headed to our rooms. Tre pulled me to the side, though, saying he needed to tell me something...
Jordan smiled at me and said, "Well, do you know what you want?" I was still shocked, but managed to find some sort of answer, mainly a series of "umm"s and "uh"s with a few words inbetween that explained that I didn't know I needed to have something in mind, because I didn't have a clue Mike was taking me there, let alone buying me a new bass. Mike explained that, since I had told him I only had a baby bass, he thought I should have a regular scale one. He told Jordan to get the makings of one of his "usuals," and turned to me after Jordan had gone to the back. "You can pick out what you want it to look like. Jordan has lots of cool stuff. I'll make it easier for ya by just making it one of mine."
"Thank you!" I said, "Both for the bass, and making it easier for me. I can't really think right now. Wow... Thank you!" I gave him a big hug and kiss as Jordan walked back in with some of the stuff. "PDA!" Jordan laughed, and went to get the rest of the stuff. When he came back, he showed me colors I could pick from and the pick-guards, pickups, and knobs I could choose from. I picked a metallic bright purple for the body, metallic grey pick-guard and pickups, and star-shaped knobs. Jordan sprayed on the paint, and it was a beautiful color. I wouldn't get to see the finished product until the next day, however, and Mike said I couldn't come with him to get it. That somewhat disappointed me, but then again I don't think I wanted to know how much it cost. I thanked Jordan before we left, and we headed back to the bus.
When we got back, it was about 8:30. Tre ran up and swept me off my feet, screaming "I missed you! I thought you'd never come back! I thought you had run away and gotten married!" I laughed as he set me on the couch. Billie asked how our date had gone, and Mike replied "Good, other than the fact that we ran into a problem that seemed to like following us around." Tre cocked his head and said, "Stephanie following you again?"
"Nope," Mike said, "I'm not the only stalked one around here." Billie laughed and said, "I told you that if she looked like me she had to be hot, but I didn't think she'd actually get stalked like we do!" I explained that Jack had stalked me back in middle school, and we happened to run into each other in WalMart. I was glad that he was gone for now, but I wondered to myself if Mike was keeping me here tomorrow because he figured we'd run across trouble if I left the bus. Tre and Mike went to the kitchen to drinks for everyone while Billie continued to joke about how Mike had commented that I looked like him, saying that that must mean that Mike would like him if he were a girl.
We stayed up a few more hours, and then Jason yawned and said he was "hittin' the hay" and we should all do the same. I felt a yawn coming, but suppressed it. Nobody else seemed tired. Billie, Tre, Mike and I stayed up a while longer, talking about the days events. Tre had managed to get his hand stuck in the freezer when he tried to get some ice out. It turned out he had just washed his hands, but hadn't bothered to dry them before reaching in. Billie said it took about 10 minutes with the hair dryer to free him. That supplied a good laugh for the four of us, and Tre was dubbed "Hair dryer-hands." Soon after that, everyone began nodding off in the middle of conversations, so no one was able to keep up with exactly what we were talking about. The conversation fell apart, and we decided it would be best for us to go to bed. We said our goodnights and headed to our rooms. Tre pulled me to the side, though, saying he needed to tell me something...
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