You'll Be In My Heart, chapter 4
The next morning I awakened to the bright light coming from the
windows. Oops, I had forgotten to close the shades. I realized that I was
oddly squished more to the wall then I thought. I turned my head a
little, sighing as my eyes were half-opened. The bus rumbled beneath us
driving at a steady pace down a bumpy road. I turned my head in the
direction of the other bunks, still half-asleep. I came across a pair of
eyes. I opened my eyes all the way, gasping and sitting up.
"Holy shit!" I yelled. "Rene'e, what the hell are you doing in
here?!?!"
"Shh-shh! Tre' and Mike are still sleeping! I came in here last
night, because I couldn't sleep. I knew you wouldn't mind.." she said,
sitting up too.
My eyes were opened wide. I felt her warm bare foot slide down
my bare leg. I pushed it away."You slept with me??!!" I yelled in a whisper. "You know if someone would have caught us here in bed together, I could have gotten
arrested for child molestation!!!!" I said, jumping over Rene'e and off
the bunk. I grabbed her in my arms, throwing her over and onto my bed...where she should have been in the first place...
I ran down the isle and to the small bathroom. I went in, closing
the door behind me and sinking down on the closed toilet seat. I buried
my face in my hands.
"I cannot wait until she's gone," I mumbled into my hands.
***
The next morning we arrived in Los Angelos. GRATEFULLY. We were
going to drop off the girl in L.A. and then head straight to band
practice, and after the concert.
I avoided even going near Rene'e. I was still upset from what had
happened that morning before. I was still frustrated at the thought that someone like her would even try sleeping with me! And she knows that I'm
already married! I thought about this the whole time I was in the shower. Clutching my soapy wash cloth in hand, I scrubbed my arms, my chest, and my
legs. I reached back behind me, washing my back. I then rinsed off, turned off the water and got out. I took my towel, drying my whole body and
grabbing my boxers from the sink. I slipped on my socks, some kaki pants, and a white Misfits t-shirt. I ran my hands threw my hair, peaking into the
tiny mirror above the sink. 'This bus is sure small to have a bathroom, let alone a shower,' I thought as I tought the black strands of hair to spike up to
my liking. I then turned the door knob to the door and walked out of the bathroom.
From where I was, I could see Tre' and Rene'e were sitting down at the table, playing cards. Mike was at the counter, pouring some coffee
into a styrafoam cup. They all looked up as I approached.
"Hey Billie, wanna play cards with us?" Tre' asked, looking up at me.
"Oh, um...no..actually I was just going to review some songs..." I answered, pointing in back of me.
"Oh, alright," Tre' said.
"I'm beating Tre'," Rene'e said, looking up at me, smiling.
I walked closer, looking down at their game. "What exactly are you guys playing?" I asked. It didn't look anything familiar.
"Oh, just this game I made up called 'Frog Guts and Dirty Mutts' " Tre' answered, smiling a little.
"Hey, Mike, can you pour me a cup?" I asked, walking up to the counter next to him.
Mike was taking a long sip of coffee when I asked. He set his glass down, gulping. His eyes were watering. He smiled. "Now that's some
good coffee!!" he exclaimed, laughing.
"Is it hot?!" I asked in question to his red face and watering eyes.
"No, it's freezing," Mike answered normally. He was being sarcastic though. I always knew when Mikey was being sarcastic, because he
his words came out quick.
"Pour me some!!" Tre' exclaimed, whining a little. "And the kid, too!"
"Tre', coffee is bad for little kids," Mike said, pouring a glass for me and Tre'.
"So," Tre' said, stretching his arms back behind his head and yawning rather loudly.
"Tre' you're such an ass hole," I said, leaning against the counter, sipping my coffee. "Mike, it's a little strong.."
"Well, you're a woose," Mike replied, drinking his coffee like a glass of milk.
"Thank you," I replied.
"Where's my glass?!" Tre' whined.
"It's right here, Tre'!!" I exclaimed, handing it to him.
"Ahh..nothing like a nice, hot, cup of coffee!!!!" Tre' yelled really loudly, sipping some. "dAAAHHHH" he sighed, setting his glass down and
handing the cards in a pile to Rene'e. "Here you go, man, shuffle them." I watched as Rene'e took the cards from Tre's hand and shuffled them in 'the
bridge' style.
Suddenly we heard Mache' call out, "Where do you live, little girl?!" We all looked up.
"I live at 10 West Palm Street," Rene'e called back. "It's just a few blocks away."
I got up from where I was sitting, walking to the back of the tour bus and rolling over on my bed lazily. I reached down beneath my bunk and
pulled out a red notebook that I write all my ideas and song lyrics down in. I layed back, flipping through pages and pages of pen, pencil, and colorful
marker until I reached the next blank page near the middle of the notebook. I took out a pencil from under the bed and brought my leg up to use as a sort
of support. I began with writing down the date and 'Dear Journal,'
I watched as a scribbled down messily everything that had happened during the last two days. Below that, I scribbled down some random
lyrics I made up in my head:
"She said, 'I can't take this place. I'm leaving it behind.' She said, 'I can't take this place. I'm leaving you tonight.' "
windows. Oops, I had forgotten to close the shades. I realized that I was
oddly squished more to the wall then I thought. I turned my head a
little, sighing as my eyes were half-opened. The bus rumbled beneath us
driving at a steady pace down a bumpy road. I turned my head in the
direction of the other bunks, still half-asleep. I came across a pair of
eyes. I opened my eyes all the way, gasping and sitting up.
"Holy shit!" I yelled. "Rene'e, what the hell are you doing in
here?!?!"
"Shh-shh! Tre' and Mike are still sleeping! I came in here last
night, because I couldn't sleep. I knew you wouldn't mind.." she said,
sitting up too.
My eyes were opened wide. I felt her warm bare foot slide down
my bare leg. I pushed it away."You slept with me??!!" I yelled in a whisper. "You know if someone would have caught us here in bed together, I could have gotten
arrested for child molestation!!!!" I said, jumping over Rene'e and off
the bunk. I grabbed her in my arms, throwing her over and onto my bed...where she should have been in the first place...
I ran down the isle and to the small bathroom. I went in, closing
the door behind me and sinking down on the closed toilet seat. I buried
my face in my hands.
"I cannot wait until she's gone," I mumbled into my hands.
***
The next morning we arrived in Los Angelos. GRATEFULLY. We were
going to drop off the girl in L.A. and then head straight to band
practice, and after the concert.
I avoided even going near Rene'e. I was still upset from what had
happened that morning before. I was still frustrated at the thought that someone like her would even try sleeping with me! And she knows that I'm
already married! I thought about this the whole time I was in the shower. Clutching my soapy wash cloth in hand, I scrubbed my arms, my chest, and my
legs. I reached back behind me, washing my back. I then rinsed off, turned off the water and got out. I took my towel, drying my whole body and
grabbing my boxers from the sink. I slipped on my socks, some kaki pants, and a white Misfits t-shirt. I ran my hands threw my hair, peaking into the
tiny mirror above the sink. 'This bus is sure small to have a bathroom, let alone a shower,' I thought as I tought the black strands of hair to spike up to
my liking. I then turned the door knob to the door and walked out of the bathroom.
From where I was, I could see Tre' and Rene'e were sitting down at the table, playing cards. Mike was at the counter, pouring some coffee
into a styrafoam cup. They all looked up as I approached.
"Hey Billie, wanna play cards with us?" Tre' asked, looking up at me.
"Oh, um...no..actually I was just going to review some songs..." I answered, pointing in back of me.
"Oh, alright," Tre' said.
"I'm beating Tre'," Rene'e said, looking up at me, smiling.
I walked closer, looking down at their game. "What exactly are you guys playing?" I asked. It didn't look anything familiar.
"Oh, just this game I made up called 'Frog Guts and Dirty Mutts' " Tre' answered, smiling a little.
"Hey, Mike, can you pour me a cup?" I asked, walking up to the counter next to him.
Mike was taking a long sip of coffee when I asked. He set his glass down, gulping. His eyes were watering. He smiled. "Now that's some
good coffee!!" he exclaimed, laughing.
"Is it hot?!" I asked in question to his red face and watering eyes.
"No, it's freezing," Mike answered normally. He was being sarcastic though. I always knew when Mikey was being sarcastic, because he
his words came out quick.
"Pour me some!!" Tre' exclaimed, whining a little. "And the kid, too!"
"Tre', coffee is bad for little kids," Mike said, pouring a glass for me and Tre'.
"So," Tre' said, stretching his arms back behind his head and yawning rather loudly.
"Tre' you're such an ass hole," I said, leaning against the counter, sipping my coffee. "Mike, it's a little strong.."
"Well, you're a woose," Mike replied, drinking his coffee like a glass of milk.
"Thank you," I replied.
"Where's my glass?!" Tre' whined.
"It's right here, Tre'!!" I exclaimed, handing it to him.
"Ahh..nothing like a nice, hot, cup of coffee!!!!" Tre' yelled really loudly, sipping some. "dAAAHHHH" he sighed, setting his glass down and
handing the cards in a pile to Rene'e. "Here you go, man, shuffle them." I watched as Rene'e took the cards from Tre's hand and shuffled them in 'the
bridge' style.
Suddenly we heard Mache' call out, "Where do you live, little girl?!" We all looked up.
"I live at 10 West Palm Street," Rene'e called back. "It's just a few blocks away."
I got up from where I was sitting, walking to the back of the tour bus and rolling over on my bed lazily. I reached down beneath my bunk and
pulled out a red notebook that I write all my ideas and song lyrics down in. I layed back, flipping through pages and pages of pen, pencil, and colorful
marker until I reached the next blank page near the middle of the notebook. I took out a pencil from under the bed and brought my leg up to use as a sort
of support. I began with writing down the date and 'Dear Journal,'
I watched as a scribbled down messily everything that had happened during the last two days. Below that, I scribbled down some random
lyrics I made up in my head:
"She said, 'I can't take this place. I'm leaving it behind.' She said, 'I can't take this place. I'm leaving you tonight.' "
