What Becomes of a Tragedy?, chapter 2
As Jason and I got close, my feeling of excitement oturned into feelings of nervousness.
All I remember thinking is how much I wanted to know what they were saying. Because, in turn, one of them would say something and then they would all look at me. It made me really nervous. I was thinking about doing a 180 and running out of there. (and I'm thankful I didn't)
When we got to the table - the three guys went silent. Making me more nervous. Then, Jason spoke up, "Hey guys. Excuse us, but I would like to introduce you to Holly."
The guitarist stood up first, "Hi, Holly. I'm Billie Joe." We shake hands in an awkward sor of way. The bassist was next.
"Hey you. I'm Mike." Then he looks at the drummer and smiles. "This is Frank." I go to shake hand with Mike, but the next thing we know Mike is getting hit in the head with a drumstick. Then Mike sits down rubbing his right temple.
The drummer stands up. "Hi Holly. Please don't call me Frank. I disowned that name years ago. I go by Tre Cool, but you can call me Tre - like everybody else."
Okay. Right about now, my system is in overdrive. Three damn good looking guys are talking with me. Calm down, Holly, calm down.
I finally shake hands with Mike and turn to Tre and do something I hardly ever do. Look somebody in the eyes. But, am I glad I did. I lost myself in those big blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was only a couple of seconds.
We ended up staying there until 3:30 a.m. The four of us just talking, getting to know each other. We talked about life, how each of us grew up (except I left some details out), what they plan on doing with their career. Anything that came up, we talked about it.
Billie was the first to stand up and say, "Guys, and lady, I'm beat. Let's pick this one up some other time, yeah?"
I was the first to agree, "Yeah, me too, but I would like to thank you guys."
Tre smiled and asked the obvious question. "What for, blue eyes?"
I simple laughed at the fact that I already had a nickname. "For the best birthday anybody could ask for."
Mike jumped out of his seat. "It's your birthday and you haven't said so until now!! What is your problem?"
Billie Joe added, "Yeah, come on, let us get you something."
I just smiled, "Um, how about a ride home. I don't think it's safe for me to walk home this late at night alone."
Tre finally joined the conversation, and he seemed eager to do so. "I'll give you a ride home, if you'd like. I don't bite."
Mike and Billie Joe added - in unison, "Hard."
With that, we started making our way out to their cars. Billie Joe and Mike in one and Tre and I in the other.
For some reason, I thought that Tre was trying to impress me. He ahd unlocked my door and held it open for me. (such a gentleman)
Since I didn't live far away, we just listened to the radio the whole way to my house.
When we got to my house, Tre once again, opened my door and then walked me up to the front door.
I unlocked the door and turend around to say my good bye. "Well, Tre. I had a fun time tonight. Thank you for bringing me home."
Tre blushed, "It's not a problem and you're welcome." Then, that awkward silence fell over us. But, I had to break it.
"Well, I'll see you around." And as I turned to leave, Tre found his voice.
"Holly? We're having another gig next weekend, a few towns over, would you like to come?"
I smiled. "Sure, just let me know the specifics." And I turned to go inside again, but Tre had caught on to my game of turning around trying to see how long he would stay and talk.
"Wouldn't I need a phone number or a way of getting ahold of you to do that?" I turn back around, smiling.
"Do you have a pen or something?" Tre hands me a black permanent marker, but nothing to write on. I give him a confused look. "And where would you like me to write it down?" Tre searches his pockets and all he pulls out is a drumstick. So I give him a questioning look, but write my number on it anyway.
Tre examines it like it's a bomb, but looks at me and smiles. "Thank you." I turn to go inside, once again, but he speaks up one last time. "Wait. One last thing." I turn around to find out faces dangerously close. I look from those blue eyes of his to his lips, as he does the same to me. Finally, giving in, we slowly inch closer and share the most beautiful kiss. Nothing too much, but it was perfect nonethesame. We slowly break apart, resting our foreheads on one anothers. Then, he leans back and looks me in the eyes. "Happy Birthday, blue eyes."
I smile and thank him and finally make it in my house.
(now there is a poem that fits how I was feeling right about now - here it is)
"I ran up the door, closed the staris, said my pajamas, and put on my prayers. Turned off the bed and hopped into the light, all because you kissed me goodnight."
But my thoughts were interrupted by my aunt . . .
"And where in the hell have you been all night?!?!"
I looked up and saw her staring at me the way my mom used to when she was mad at me. I look her dead in the eyes and give her the attitude I was notorious for, "I was at a club and met a band."
"So, then who was at the door with you?"
"The drummer." And I turn to look out the window to see that Tre was not yet at his car, but my thoughts were once again interrupted.
"You know what boys like that want?"
That is the sentence that set me off. "Don't you dare try to treat of lecture me like my mother did. You are not my mother and if you insist on acting like her, I will do to you what I did to them. You will receive the same shit they got out of me until the day they died." And with that, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran back outside to catch Tre . . .
All I remember thinking is how much I wanted to know what they were saying. Because, in turn, one of them would say something and then they would all look at me. It made me really nervous. I was thinking about doing a 180 and running out of there. (and I'm thankful I didn't)
When we got to the table - the three guys went silent. Making me more nervous. Then, Jason spoke up, "Hey guys. Excuse us, but I would like to introduce you to Holly."
The guitarist stood up first, "Hi, Holly. I'm Billie Joe." We shake hands in an awkward sor of way. The bassist was next.
"Hey you. I'm Mike." Then he looks at the drummer and smiles. "This is Frank." I go to shake hand with Mike, but the next thing we know Mike is getting hit in the head with a drumstick. Then Mike sits down rubbing his right temple.
The drummer stands up. "Hi Holly. Please don't call me Frank. I disowned that name years ago. I go by Tre Cool, but you can call me Tre - like everybody else."
Okay. Right about now, my system is in overdrive. Three damn good looking guys are talking with me. Calm down, Holly, calm down.
I finally shake hands with Mike and turn to Tre and do something I hardly ever do. Look somebody in the eyes. But, am I glad I did. I lost myself in those big blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was only a couple of seconds.
We ended up staying there until 3:30 a.m. The four of us just talking, getting to know each other. We talked about life, how each of us grew up (except I left some details out), what they plan on doing with their career. Anything that came up, we talked about it.
Billie was the first to stand up and say, "Guys, and lady, I'm beat. Let's pick this one up some other time, yeah?"
I was the first to agree, "Yeah, me too, but I would like to thank you guys."
Tre smiled and asked the obvious question. "What for, blue eyes?"
I simple laughed at the fact that I already had a nickname. "For the best birthday anybody could ask for."
Mike jumped out of his seat. "It's your birthday and you haven't said so until now!! What is your problem?"
Billie Joe added, "Yeah, come on, let us get you something."
I just smiled, "Um, how about a ride home. I don't think it's safe for me to walk home this late at night alone."
Tre finally joined the conversation, and he seemed eager to do so. "I'll give you a ride home, if you'd like. I don't bite."
Mike and Billie Joe added - in unison, "Hard."
With that, we started making our way out to their cars. Billie Joe and Mike in one and Tre and I in the other.
For some reason, I thought that Tre was trying to impress me. He ahd unlocked my door and held it open for me. (such a gentleman)
Since I didn't live far away, we just listened to the radio the whole way to my house.
When we got to my house, Tre once again, opened my door and then walked me up to the front door.
I unlocked the door and turend around to say my good bye. "Well, Tre. I had a fun time tonight. Thank you for bringing me home."
Tre blushed, "It's not a problem and you're welcome." Then, that awkward silence fell over us. But, I had to break it.
"Well, I'll see you around." And as I turned to leave, Tre found his voice.
"Holly? We're having another gig next weekend, a few towns over, would you like to come?"
I smiled. "Sure, just let me know the specifics." And I turned to go inside again, but Tre had caught on to my game of turning around trying to see how long he would stay and talk.
"Wouldn't I need a phone number or a way of getting ahold of you to do that?" I turn back around, smiling.
"Do you have a pen or something?" Tre hands me a black permanent marker, but nothing to write on. I give him a confused look. "And where would you like me to write it down?" Tre searches his pockets and all he pulls out is a drumstick. So I give him a questioning look, but write my number on it anyway.
Tre examines it like it's a bomb, but looks at me and smiles. "Thank you." I turn to go inside, once again, but he speaks up one last time. "Wait. One last thing." I turn around to find out faces dangerously close. I look from those blue eyes of his to his lips, as he does the same to me. Finally, giving in, we slowly inch closer and share the most beautiful kiss. Nothing too much, but it was perfect nonethesame. We slowly break apart, resting our foreheads on one anothers. Then, he leans back and looks me in the eyes. "Happy Birthday, blue eyes."
I smile and thank him and finally make it in my house.
(now there is a poem that fits how I was feeling right about now - here it is)
"I ran up the door, closed the staris, said my pajamas, and put on my prayers. Turned off the bed and hopped into the light, all because you kissed me goodnight."
But my thoughts were interrupted by my aunt . . .
"And where in the hell have you been all night?!?!"
I looked up and saw her staring at me the way my mom used to when she was mad at me. I look her dead in the eyes and give her the attitude I was notorious for, "I was at a club and met a band."
"So, then who was at the door with you?"
"The drummer." And I turn to look out the window to see that Tre was not yet at his car, but my thoughts were once again interrupted.
"You know what boys like that want?"
That is the sentence that set me off. "Don't you dare try to treat of lecture me like my mother did. You are not my mother and if you insist on acting like her, I will do to you what I did to them. You will receive the same shit they got out of me until the day they died." And with that, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran back outside to catch Tre . . .
