Tré Calling, chapter 1
"Yeah!!!" I screamed, clapping my hands above my head.
"Thank you guys, you rule." Billie Joe announced into the microphone, and even though I was quite a distance from the stage, I could see he was ecstatic at how well the show had gone.
His two band members joined him on stage, and enthusiastically, they waved and ran off, thus ending the best show of my 27 years of life.
"Wasn't that awesome?" my best friend Hilary shrieked at me above the background noise of the crowds.
"Yeah, just wait until Matt hears about how great it was," I replied.
"Poor thing, he was way too ill to come," Hilary said sympathetically.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched it on, taking extra care for it to be kept still, as I was surrounded by Green Day fans, all starting to make their way home.
The opening message of my phone popped up and impatiently, I waited for the Sim card to be ready.
"Aw, look at your phone," Hilary said playfully.
I glanced at my old Nokia brand phone and then answered dismissively, "Hey, not all of us have rich parents to buy us fancy phones."
She rolled her eyes in response. "Just phone Matt, okay?"
"Whatever," I mumbled, and I keyed Matt's number in.
"Hi Matt, it's Maria," I said, and I was answered with many coughs. "Just to say, Hilary and I are really sorry you couldn't come, but we got you a t-shirt. The show was amazing," again, all I could hear were coughs. "We're on our way back now, so we'll come and bring you some chicken soup or whatever, okay?"
Hilary motioned that we should get going, so I hastily said my goodbyes and hung up. I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, and with our arms linked; Hilary and I made our way to the exit.
"Do you have the time, to listen to me whine?" Hilary screeched, perfecting the paranoid look that goes with the song.
"Hilary, please refrain from singing so loudly when I'm trying to drive," I said, frowning at the road.
"About nothing and everything all at once!" Hilary wailed, even louder.
With a sigh, I gave in and joined her. "I am one of those melodramatic fools... "
Suddenly I heard Hilary's phone ringing.
"Hey, Hilary, your phone's ringing, so stop singing."
"Okay," she answered reluctantly and picked up her phone. "Hey, it's Matt."
"Oh, so his throat's good enough to talk to you without coughing," I said.
"No, he says he's been trying to phone you for about 20 minutes now, but you're not picking up."
"What? That's stupid, my phone's in my pocket. I would know if he was calling."
"He says he's sure."
"Wait a second, I'm gonna pull up and talk to him," I stopped the car at a little gas station, and took the phone from Hilary. "What are you talking about?"
"I was gonna ask," Matt answered, in between coughs, "What is the t-shirt you got me like?"
"How is that even relevant?"
"Well, it wasn't, but why aren't you answering your phone?"
At this point Hilary started fidgeting and muttering for me to hurry up.
"You must have the wrong number, because my phone's right here in my... " I started, reaching into my pocket. It was empty. "Maybe in my other... " I continued, but my other pocket was also empty.
"Crap!" I yelled, and bashed my head on the steering wheel.
Hilary prised the phone out of my hand. "Um... See you later Matt."
I moaned in depression.
"Come on," Hilary said "Get driving, there's no way it'll still be there."
"But, I don't have any money for a new one!" I muttered.
"You don't need one! Just save up or something.... Maybe for your birthday," she trailed off for a while, but then started again when I didn't start driving. "Look, come on, I'd like to get home sometime this year please."
With a sigh I pulled my head off of the steering wheel and pulled out of the driveway, back onto the road.
*The next day*
My alarm clock sounded, bleeping like crazy and I cursed myself for turning it on the previous night. I slammed my hand down on it, switching it off, and then I made my way towards the bathroom door. I glared at my reflection and attempted to tame my wildly curly hair with my fingers, without success. As the memories of last night slowly returned, I smiled. That was a fucking awesome concert, even if I did lose my phone.
With a sigh, I got ready for yet another day at work. It didn't inspire me in the slightest. Being a secretary didn't do anything for me at all. What I would really love to do is to work in the music industry. Luckily, the day passed quite quickly and before I knew it, I was in the lift on the way up to my apartment, humming a tune from the previous night.
I stepped out of the lift, preparing my keys in my hand, but for some reason there was a guy standing at my apartment door, trying to look through the letterbox.
"Thank you guys, you rule." Billie Joe announced into the microphone, and even though I was quite a distance from the stage, I could see he was ecstatic at how well the show had gone.
His two band members joined him on stage, and enthusiastically, they waved and ran off, thus ending the best show of my 27 years of life.
"Wasn't that awesome?" my best friend Hilary shrieked at me above the background noise of the crowds.
"Yeah, just wait until Matt hears about how great it was," I replied.
"Poor thing, he was way too ill to come," Hilary said sympathetically.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched it on, taking extra care for it to be kept still, as I was surrounded by Green Day fans, all starting to make their way home.
The opening message of my phone popped up and impatiently, I waited for the Sim card to be ready.
"Aw, look at your phone," Hilary said playfully.
I glanced at my old Nokia brand phone and then answered dismissively, "Hey, not all of us have rich parents to buy us fancy phones."
She rolled her eyes in response. "Just phone Matt, okay?"
"Whatever," I mumbled, and I keyed Matt's number in.
"Hi Matt, it's Maria," I said, and I was answered with many coughs. "Just to say, Hilary and I are really sorry you couldn't come, but we got you a t-shirt. The show was amazing," again, all I could hear were coughs. "We're on our way back now, so we'll come and bring you some chicken soup or whatever, okay?"
Hilary motioned that we should get going, so I hastily said my goodbyes and hung up. I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, and with our arms linked; Hilary and I made our way to the exit.
"Do you have the time, to listen to me whine?" Hilary screeched, perfecting the paranoid look that goes with the song.
"Hilary, please refrain from singing so loudly when I'm trying to drive," I said, frowning at the road.
"About nothing and everything all at once!" Hilary wailed, even louder.
With a sigh, I gave in and joined her. "I am one of those melodramatic fools... "
Suddenly I heard Hilary's phone ringing.
"Hey, Hilary, your phone's ringing, so stop singing."
"Okay," she answered reluctantly and picked up her phone. "Hey, it's Matt."
"Oh, so his throat's good enough to talk to you without coughing," I said.
"No, he says he's been trying to phone you for about 20 minutes now, but you're not picking up."
"What? That's stupid, my phone's in my pocket. I would know if he was calling."
"He says he's sure."
"Wait a second, I'm gonna pull up and talk to him," I stopped the car at a little gas station, and took the phone from Hilary. "What are you talking about?"
"I was gonna ask," Matt answered, in between coughs, "What is the t-shirt you got me like?"
"How is that even relevant?"
"Well, it wasn't, but why aren't you answering your phone?"
At this point Hilary started fidgeting and muttering for me to hurry up.
"You must have the wrong number, because my phone's right here in my... " I started, reaching into my pocket. It was empty. "Maybe in my other... " I continued, but my other pocket was also empty.
"Crap!" I yelled, and bashed my head on the steering wheel.
Hilary prised the phone out of my hand. "Um... See you later Matt."
I moaned in depression.
"Come on," Hilary said "Get driving, there's no way it'll still be there."
"But, I don't have any money for a new one!" I muttered.
"You don't need one! Just save up or something.... Maybe for your birthday," she trailed off for a while, but then started again when I didn't start driving. "Look, come on, I'd like to get home sometime this year please."
With a sigh I pulled my head off of the steering wheel and pulled out of the driveway, back onto the road.
*The next day*
My alarm clock sounded, bleeping like crazy and I cursed myself for turning it on the previous night. I slammed my hand down on it, switching it off, and then I made my way towards the bathroom door. I glared at my reflection and attempted to tame my wildly curly hair with my fingers, without success. As the memories of last night slowly returned, I smiled. That was a fucking awesome concert, even if I did lose my phone.
With a sigh, I got ready for yet another day at work. It didn't inspire me in the slightest. Being a secretary didn't do anything for me at all. What I would really love to do is to work in the music industry. Luckily, the day passed quite quickly and before I knew it, I was in the lift on the way up to my apartment, humming a tune from the previous night.
I stepped out of the lift, preparing my keys in my hand, but for some reason there was a guy standing at my apartment door, trying to look through the letterbox.
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