Falling for the Dying Girl, chapter 1
"Ah! You're here finally, Mr. Bowers would like to see you in his office, he has an important quest for you" Tessa, the sectary, with I have to say, very large breasts, says as soon as me, Billie and Tre walk into our recording pad.
"Right, ok, yeah sorry we're late" Billie mumbles, heading for the door on the right. As soon as he is about to knock the door flies open.
"You're here!" A large man in a fag smelling suit bellows at us. Billie winces a little as the man gives him a hard beat on the back.
We all scurry inside and plonk ourselves down on some frayed, cream chairs.
"I have some news, that you will need to add to your schedule" Mr. Bowers starts, shuffling through some papers.
"You know our schedule is pretty tight already" Billie confirms. I nod in agreement.
"Well, we have had a very interesting invitation" he says.
"What is it?" Tre asks. We all stare at him expectantly, wondering what he has to say.
"You have received an invitation from Lakeside hospital to open up a new wing for the terminally ill" he starts.
"Carry on" Billie urges.
"Well, they want you to do it this Friday" he finishes.
"But, why us?" I ask him.
"They feel that you have been a big influence on people's lives and feel that you are well known people who care about people's needs" he says cheerily. "So will you do it?" he asks.
"Well, I don't know I mean haven't we already got something planned for this Friday?" Billie asks, turning to me. I would love to open this new wing, it's a great opportunity but it seems like Billie isn't exactly enthusiastic about the idea.
"Yeah, but we can cancel that for another time, this is more important Bill" I say.
"Fine, they won't be happy about the cancellation but sure, we'll do it" Billie confirms to Mr. Bowers.
"Great! They want you to be there at about 7:30pm. It will be a big reception so dress up in your best frock" He encourages.
"Don't tell me how to dress" Tre says gruffly. Tre has always had a grudge against Mr. Bowers since he stole Tre's cookie. Pathetic I know, but Tre seriously worships his cookies.
"Ok, so can we go and record some shit now?" I ask, getting up.
"Yeah sure" Mr. Bowers says, getting up and opening the door for us. We all walk out, Tre running more than walking and enter our sound studio.
"I hate that fucking man" Tre moans, sitting down by his drum kit and picking up a set of drumsticks.
"Just because he stole your cookie, like a whole year ago?" I ask.
"It was my cookie!" Tre protests. I laugh and pick up a bass and start tuning it.
"Right guys, I have come up with some new stuff last night at like 2:00am" Billie says, pulling out some crumpled paper form his pocket.
"What the fuck were you doing writing lyrics at early hours in the morning?" I ask, amused at the times Billie picks to come up with stuff.
"I couldn't sleep ok?" he says, raising his eyebrows. "Anyway, it's not much but it's something" he says, handing the paper to me. Tre gets up and comes over to read the lyrics.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes, but it's only me
And I walk alone.
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone.
I stop reading there. "Billie, this is fucking brilliant!" I say astonished he could have concentrated and come up with something like that at 2:00am.
"Well, it could do with work but how about we put it to music?" Billie suggests, searching for a pick in his pocket. He pulls his usual one out. It's black with B.J.A written inside a star.
We spend the next few hours putting some ideas together for the song and it's not long before we're exhausted.
"Guys, how about we go and get a coffee or something" I suggest, putting down my bass and running my hand through my hair.
"Yeah good idea Mike" Tre says, throwing down his drumsticks and pulling a jacket round his shoulders.
"Coming Billie?" I ask.
"Erm, no I'm ok, I'll stay here and carry on" he says, not looking up from a sheet of paper. He's so determined, he will never give up when he's got an idea. I wish I would be like that but I just have no determination what so ever.
Tre and I arrive at the local café in about 5 minutes.
"Tre, you go grab a booth and I'll go get some coffee" I suggest. Tre turns and picks out a small booth in the corner. I walk up to the counter, where nobody seems to be serving.
"Hello?" I ask, trying to look through a window, leading to the store room.
"Be there in a minute!" Someone calls. I look back over to Tre, who is gazing out the window. I follow his gaze and see two women across the street that are bending down to pick up some money they've dropped. I laugh to myself as I turn back round.
"Fucking hell" I say, my heart racing as I come face to face with a woman.
"Sorry, did I frighten you?" she asks, a smile on her face. "Yeah you... ." I start. Then I look at her properly. She has chestnut brown hair, with matching eyes. She has a wide mouth with full lips. Her eyes are sparkling as she looks at me. Wow, I could get lost in those eyes for hours, I think to myself.
"Anyway, yeah can I have two coffees please?" I ask.
"Yep, sure" she says. She turns round and heads over to the coffee maker where she starts serving the coffee.
I stand watching, as she pours the milky substance carefully. Her little pointy tongue poking out the corner of her mouth slightly as she tries not to spill any.
"There you go, that'll be £3.50 please" She says, placing the cups onto the counter. I fish in my pocket and hand the money over.
"Thanks" I say, taking the cups over to the booth where Tre is waiting. He is still looking out the window, where the girls are now talking amongst themselves.
"Tre you perve" I say, handing him the coffee.
"Huh, what?" he says quickly, snapping out of his gaze.
"Nothing, here's your coffee" I say.
"Cheers"
We sip our coffees for a while, not saying a word to each other. Which is pretty strange because normally we can find something or other to talk about. I look over to where the assistant is wiping up a table. I must have been ogling as Tre suddenly nudges me, causing some of my coffee to slop out the side of my cup.
"Now look who's the perve" He says.
"I wasn't... " I lie, flushing scarlet.
"Were too!" he says like a little kid, poking his tongue out at me.
"Not" I argue back.
"Were!"
"Not!"
"Were!"
"Not!"
"Were times one more than you can ever say!" He retorts. He's got me there.
"Whatever Tre, so what if I was anyway, it's not like you never do it" I say back.
"Since when do I ever ogle women?" he asks, looking all innocent. I almost choke on my coffee at that one.
"Since you were able to open your eyes" I say.
"Whatever" he says, finishing the rest of his coffee off.
The assistant comes over to take away our empty cups after about 5 minutes.
"That was great coffee" I compliment.
"Thanks, but it's really the coffee maker you should be complimenting" she says. I look over to the machine.
"All hail the coffee maker" I say. She laughs, her mouth spreading to a wide smile. Her laugh makes my insides churn over. I look at the badge, pinned on her uniform by her chest. 'Skye' it reads. I can feel Tre's eyes burning into me as I look at Skye.
"Here's a tip" I say, pulling out some more money.
"Oh thanks!" she says, taking the money from me.
"It's ok" I say, gazing into her eyes. It felt like a life time, sitting there looking into her eyes.
"Anyway Mike, we've got to get back to Billie" Tre says grumpily, pulling me up by the arm.
"Oh yeah, ok well bye" I say to Skye.
"See ya" she says, turning around and heading back to the kitchen with our cups.
As soon as we get outside Tre starts on me almost immediately.
"I saw you ogling, again" he says.
"I was reading her name badge" I protest.
"Yeah, sure, which so happens to be in that area" he says, making a gesture with his hands round his chest.
I ignore this, and start heading back to the recording studio.
"Mike and Skye, Mike and Skye, Mike and Skye" Tre sings all the way back.
"Tre, shut up you obviously must have been ogling her if you knew her name too" I say. He suddenly stops, a small line spreading across his face as he thinks. His face slowly starts to turn a shade of red.
"Shit" he mumbles. I laugh to my self as I open the door to the studio.
"I'll get you back... " Tre threatens, giving me a light shove.
"I'd like to see you try" I say.
"You just wait and see..."
"Right, ok, yeah sorry we're late" Billie mumbles, heading for the door on the right. As soon as he is about to knock the door flies open.
"You're here!" A large man in a fag smelling suit bellows at us. Billie winces a little as the man gives him a hard beat on the back.
We all scurry inside and plonk ourselves down on some frayed, cream chairs.
"I have some news, that you will need to add to your schedule" Mr. Bowers starts, shuffling through some papers.
"You know our schedule is pretty tight already" Billie confirms. I nod in agreement.
"Well, we have had a very interesting invitation" he says.
"What is it?" Tre asks. We all stare at him expectantly, wondering what he has to say.
"You have received an invitation from Lakeside hospital to open up a new wing for the terminally ill" he starts.
"Carry on" Billie urges.
"Well, they want you to do it this Friday" he finishes.
"But, why us?" I ask him.
"They feel that you have been a big influence on people's lives and feel that you are well known people who care about people's needs" he says cheerily. "So will you do it?" he asks.
"Well, I don't know I mean haven't we already got something planned for this Friday?" Billie asks, turning to me. I would love to open this new wing, it's a great opportunity but it seems like Billie isn't exactly enthusiastic about the idea.
"Yeah, but we can cancel that for another time, this is more important Bill" I say.
"Fine, they won't be happy about the cancellation but sure, we'll do it" Billie confirms to Mr. Bowers.
"Great! They want you to be there at about 7:30pm. It will be a big reception so dress up in your best frock" He encourages.
"Don't tell me how to dress" Tre says gruffly. Tre has always had a grudge against Mr. Bowers since he stole Tre's cookie. Pathetic I know, but Tre seriously worships his cookies.
"Ok, so can we go and record some shit now?" I ask, getting up.
"Yeah sure" Mr. Bowers says, getting up and opening the door for us. We all walk out, Tre running more than walking and enter our sound studio.
"I hate that fucking man" Tre moans, sitting down by his drum kit and picking up a set of drumsticks.
"Just because he stole your cookie, like a whole year ago?" I ask.
"It was my cookie!" Tre protests. I laugh and pick up a bass and start tuning it.
"Right guys, I have come up with some new stuff last night at like 2:00am" Billie says, pulling out some crumpled paper form his pocket.
"What the fuck were you doing writing lyrics at early hours in the morning?" I ask, amused at the times Billie picks to come up with stuff.
"I couldn't sleep ok?" he says, raising his eyebrows. "Anyway, it's not much but it's something" he says, handing the paper to me. Tre gets up and comes over to read the lyrics.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes, but it's only me
And I walk alone.
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone.
I stop reading there. "Billie, this is fucking brilliant!" I say astonished he could have concentrated and come up with something like that at 2:00am.
"Well, it could do with work but how about we put it to music?" Billie suggests, searching for a pick in his pocket. He pulls his usual one out. It's black with B.J.A written inside a star.
We spend the next few hours putting some ideas together for the song and it's not long before we're exhausted.
"Guys, how about we go and get a coffee or something" I suggest, putting down my bass and running my hand through my hair.
"Yeah good idea Mike" Tre says, throwing down his drumsticks and pulling a jacket round his shoulders.
"Coming Billie?" I ask.
"Erm, no I'm ok, I'll stay here and carry on" he says, not looking up from a sheet of paper. He's so determined, he will never give up when he's got an idea. I wish I would be like that but I just have no determination what so ever.
Tre and I arrive at the local café in about 5 minutes.
"Tre, you go grab a booth and I'll go get some coffee" I suggest. Tre turns and picks out a small booth in the corner. I walk up to the counter, where nobody seems to be serving.
"Hello?" I ask, trying to look through a window, leading to the store room.
"Be there in a minute!" Someone calls. I look back over to Tre, who is gazing out the window. I follow his gaze and see two women across the street that are bending down to pick up some money they've dropped. I laugh to myself as I turn back round.
"Fucking hell" I say, my heart racing as I come face to face with a woman.
"Sorry, did I frighten you?" she asks, a smile on her face. "Yeah you... ." I start. Then I look at her properly. She has chestnut brown hair, with matching eyes. She has a wide mouth with full lips. Her eyes are sparkling as she looks at me. Wow, I could get lost in those eyes for hours, I think to myself.
"Anyway, yeah can I have two coffees please?" I ask.
"Yep, sure" she says. She turns round and heads over to the coffee maker where she starts serving the coffee.
I stand watching, as she pours the milky substance carefully. Her little pointy tongue poking out the corner of her mouth slightly as she tries not to spill any.
"There you go, that'll be £3.50 please" She says, placing the cups onto the counter. I fish in my pocket and hand the money over.
"Thanks" I say, taking the cups over to the booth where Tre is waiting. He is still looking out the window, where the girls are now talking amongst themselves.
"Tre you perve" I say, handing him the coffee.
"Huh, what?" he says quickly, snapping out of his gaze.
"Nothing, here's your coffee" I say.
"Cheers"
We sip our coffees for a while, not saying a word to each other. Which is pretty strange because normally we can find something or other to talk about. I look over to where the assistant is wiping up a table. I must have been ogling as Tre suddenly nudges me, causing some of my coffee to slop out the side of my cup.
"Now look who's the perve" He says.
"I wasn't... " I lie, flushing scarlet.
"Were too!" he says like a little kid, poking his tongue out at me.
"Not" I argue back.
"Were!"
"Not!"
"Were!"
"Not!"
"Were times one more than you can ever say!" He retorts. He's got me there.
"Whatever Tre, so what if I was anyway, it's not like you never do it" I say back.
"Since when do I ever ogle women?" he asks, looking all innocent. I almost choke on my coffee at that one.
"Since you were able to open your eyes" I say.
"Whatever" he says, finishing the rest of his coffee off.
The assistant comes over to take away our empty cups after about 5 minutes.
"That was great coffee" I compliment.
"Thanks, but it's really the coffee maker you should be complimenting" she says. I look over to the machine.
"All hail the coffee maker" I say. She laughs, her mouth spreading to a wide smile. Her laugh makes my insides churn over. I look at the badge, pinned on her uniform by her chest. 'Skye' it reads. I can feel Tre's eyes burning into me as I look at Skye.
"Here's a tip" I say, pulling out some more money.
"Oh thanks!" she says, taking the money from me.
"It's ok" I say, gazing into her eyes. It felt like a life time, sitting there looking into her eyes.
"Anyway Mike, we've got to get back to Billie" Tre says grumpily, pulling me up by the arm.
"Oh yeah, ok well bye" I say to Skye.
"See ya" she says, turning around and heading back to the kitchen with our cups.
As soon as we get outside Tre starts on me almost immediately.
"I saw you ogling, again" he says.
"I was reading her name badge" I protest.
"Yeah, sure, which so happens to be in that area" he says, making a gesture with his hands round his chest.
I ignore this, and start heading back to the recording studio.
"Mike and Skye, Mike and Skye, Mike and Skye" Tre sings all the way back.
"Tre, shut up you obviously must have been ogling her if you knew her name too" I say. He suddenly stops, a small line spreading across his face as he thinks. His face slowly starts to turn a shade of red.
"Shit" he mumbles. I laugh to my self as I open the door to the studio.
"I'll get you back... " Tre threatens, giving me a light shove.
"I'd like to see you try" I say.
"You just wait and see..."
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