Cool By Name, Not So Much By Association..., chapter 13
I was out of the house and down the street before I knew it. Everything in front of my eyes was blurry. I couldn't believe what the fuck was happening to me. Joey was just another Alan or Zach... All guys were the same. I held in tears because I don't do crying especially over assholes like Joey. My body was numb.
I looked at the sign above me. It read Gilman St. The club where my Dad had gotten his break. There were a few girls paying to get in. I snuck behind them and ran down the stairs before the ticket guy could see me. There was some crappy teen 'Punk' band just finishing up their set to huge Boos from the crowd. They stalked off and another band came on and started fixing up their instruments. All the girls at the front started shrieking but then stopped all of a sudden. It seemed these guys were the main attraction. The groupies were getting restless and started chanting 'We want Chris! We want Chris!'. The drummer started tapping out the main beat and all the girls shrieked again. 'Chris' came out from the left side and grabbed the mic. He was screaming Lyrics that consisted of 'I have enough! I want to go! Oh, Baby you've got me so low!' and so on.
I sat at a table a couple had vacated and watched them. Chris was good, he had charmisa. The guitarist was ovbiously high and the bassist couldn't keep his eye off a girl flashing Chris in the front row. The drummer, well he was insane! He launched into five minute drum solos just when they were necessary. I watched him intently not blinking. Then he caught my eye. I wanted to look away but he smiled and I swooned...
He smiled and kept playing. I started getting feeling back into my body. I tapped my foot and soon my hips were swaying in time to his beats. I sat there and seat-danced through all their set. I smiled. Then they stopped playing and I remembered why I had been there.
Tears prickled my eye lids again and I got up to go away. I wasn't looking where I was going and crashed into some innocent mosher.
"Sorry," I mumbled before heading towards the door again.
"Hey! Wait up!" he called after me. I stopped and looked around. It was the drummer from the band. My cheeks blushed a violent shade of red.
"You ok? I didn't mean to lash into you... I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned. I shook my head.
"Sorry... I have to get out of here..." I shouted over the music and turned again to go. I marched up the steps, holding myself together. On the street I fell apart. Big sobs of tears came out of me. I kept walking, away from everything. There was nowhere to go now. If I went home he'd be there sneering at me. I stood on the corner and wrapped my arms around myself. It was bloody cold.
"Are you sure you're ok?" a voice came from behind me. It was him, the drummer. I noticed he had an Irish tone to his accent.
My mind was a flurry of words but nothing came out but.
"I'm fucking cold." I think I meant it on both sences of the word.
"Let me fix that!" he smiled, sweetly. He took off his black zip top and wrapped it around my shoulders. I smiled through the tears.
"Now, anything else?" he laughed.
"There's too many for me to count at this stage..." I laughed quietly.
"Well... mabye we could discuss them over coffee?" he said, this cute little look on his face. I really needed someone to talk to now, how could I refuse?
He held out his arm and I linked it.
I looked at the sign above me. It read Gilman St. The club where my Dad had gotten his break. There were a few girls paying to get in. I snuck behind them and ran down the stairs before the ticket guy could see me. There was some crappy teen 'Punk' band just finishing up their set to huge Boos from the crowd. They stalked off and another band came on and started fixing up their instruments. All the girls at the front started shrieking but then stopped all of a sudden. It seemed these guys were the main attraction. The groupies were getting restless and started chanting 'We want Chris! We want Chris!'. The drummer started tapping out the main beat and all the girls shrieked again. 'Chris' came out from the left side and grabbed the mic. He was screaming Lyrics that consisted of 'I have enough! I want to go! Oh, Baby you've got me so low!' and so on.
I sat at a table a couple had vacated and watched them. Chris was good, he had charmisa. The guitarist was ovbiously high and the bassist couldn't keep his eye off a girl flashing Chris in the front row. The drummer, well he was insane! He launched into five minute drum solos just when they were necessary. I watched him intently not blinking. Then he caught my eye. I wanted to look away but he smiled and I swooned...
He smiled and kept playing. I started getting feeling back into my body. I tapped my foot and soon my hips were swaying in time to his beats. I sat there and seat-danced through all their set. I smiled. Then they stopped playing and I remembered why I had been there.
Tears prickled my eye lids again and I got up to go away. I wasn't looking where I was going and crashed into some innocent mosher.
"Sorry," I mumbled before heading towards the door again.
"Hey! Wait up!" he called after me. I stopped and looked around. It was the drummer from the band. My cheeks blushed a violent shade of red.
"You ok? I didn't mean to lash into you... I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned. I shook my head.
"Sorry... I have to get out of here..." I shouted over the music and turned again to go. I marched up the steps, holding myself together. On the street I fell apart. Big sobs of tears came out of me. I kept walking, away from everything. There was nowhere to go now. If I went home he'd be there sneering at me. I stood on the corner and wrapped my arms around myself. It was bloody cold.
"Are you sure you're ok?" a voice came from behind me. It was him, the drummer. I noticed he had an Irish tone to his accent.
My mind was a flurry of words but nothing came out but.
"I'm fucking cold." I think I meant it on both sences of the word.
"Let me fix that!" he smiled, sweetly. He took off his black zip top and wrapped it around my shoulders. I smiled through the tears.
"Now, anything else?" he laughed.
"There's too many for me to count at this stage..." I laughed quietly.
"Well... mabye we could discuss them over coffee?" he said, this cute little look on his face. I really needed someone to talk to now, how could I refuse?
He held out his arm and I linked it.
