We walked past them!!!, chapter 2
I just sat on the couch thinking. I think a lot. I mean I really think a lot. It is just some annoying habit of mine. Just thinking about anything that comes to mind. Fantasies, school or the band... anything! I jump as the phone rings. I answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey is Alex there?" it was Bridget, everyone thinks I sound like my mum on the phone.
"No this is Lindsay Lohan, of course it is me."
"Sorry I got to start getting used to the fact you sound like your mum on the phone." she says sarcastically.
"Hey I'm the only one who answers the phone."
"Damn you got a point."
"Alex one Bridget 0."
I could here her laughing. I'm gonna get straight to the point.
"So why did you ring me?" I ask.
"Oh yeah that's why I rang." I rolled my eyes. "You just rolled your eyes didn't you."
"Yeah get to the point."
"My dad got us a gig."
"Cool, where and when?"
"Well ok it's not a gig."
"Dude what the hell is it then?"
"It's a comp."
"Comp? Like in competition?"
"Yeah."
"Ok go on."
"Like bands and that can enter like one of there songs and then you win like some record deal and some cash."
"How much?"
"10 grand."
"Holy shit!!! We could afford to go on tour around the country with that money."
"Yeah when we finish school."
"Have you called Max?"
"Nah."
"She probably is still hardly speaking since we walked past Green Day."
"Man she was so pissed off, she hardly spoke at practice."
"I don't think she was pissed off I think it was just shock."
"Yeah. Well anyway I'll call her now it might get her out of 'me gone silent' mode."
"Ok see you at practice."
"See ya."
I hung up and put the phone on my bedside dresser. I started thinking again as I lay on my bed. Questions filled my mind. First it was about the competition then about Green Day. 'Why the hell were they here? No why the hell were they in a normal shop?'
Next day
I parked in the studio car parks. This place gives me good memories every time I see it. Our first practice, when Bridget broke her first drumsticks, Maxine bringing her first boyfriend along, Bridget falling in the dumpster. I get out and get my bass out of the boot. After a few months of borrowing Bridgets dad's bass I finally got one for my birthday 5 years ago. I wonder if we will do this for a career when I finish school I mean I may have a small job here as well but can this band actually make it?
"Hello?"
"Hey is Alex there?" it was Bridget, everyone thinks I sound like my mum on the phone.
"No this is Lindsay Lohan, of course it is me."
"Sorry I got to start getting used to the fact you sound like your mum on the phone." she says sarcastically.
"Hey I'm the only one who answers the phone."
"Damn you got a point."
"Alex one Bridget 0."
I could here her laughing. I'm gonna get straight to the point.
"So why did you ring me?" I ask.
"Oh yeah that's why I rang." I rolled my eyes. "You just rolled your eyes didn't you."
"Yeah get to the point."
"My dad got us a gig."
"Cool, where and when?"
"Well ok it's not a gig."
"Dude what the hell is it then?"
"It's a comp."
"Comp? Like in competition?"
"Yeah."
"Ok go on."
"Like bands and that can enter like one of there songs and then you win like some record deal and some cash."
"How much?"
"10 grand."
"Holy shit!!! We could afford to go on tour around the country with that money."
"Yeah when we finish school."
"Have you called Max?"
"Nah."
"She probably is still hardly speaking since we walked past Green Day."
"Man she was so pissed off, she hardly spoke at practice."
"I don't think she was pissed off I think it was just shock."
"Yeah. Well anyway I'll call her now it might get her out of 'me gone silent' mode."
"Ok see you at practice."
"See ya."
I hung up and put the phone on my bedside dresser. I started thinking again as I lay on my bed. Questions filled my mind. First it was about the competition then about Green Day. 'Why the hell were they here? No why the hell were they in a normal shop?'
Next day
I parked in the studio car parks. This place gives me good memories every time I see it. Our first practice, when Bridget broke her first drumsticks, Maxine bringing her first boyfriend along, Bridget falling in the dumpster. I get out and get my bass out of the boot. After a few months of borrowing Bridgets dad's bass I finally got one for my birthday 5 years ago. I wonder if we will do this for a career when I finish school I mean I may have a small job here as well but can this band actually make it?
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