Happily Ever After...?, chapter 2
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*Bailee's P.O.V.*
I was in the store, buying groceries. New place again, I thought to myself. We have moved four times in two years, and now we were in Oakland. Mom said that she had lived there when she was younger, and that I was born there. Since it was just two weeks left of school before summer holiday, mum decided that I'll wait until after the holiday before starting school. A mirror was hanging in a corner of the store, and I looked into it. I had short hair, but since it was curly it was a mess. And not only that, I had streaks in many different colors. Blue, green, red, pink, turquoise, white, orange, purple you name it! And my eyes...I don't wanna brag, but they are quite pretty. Blue, the prettiest blue you can imagine. I've never met anyone with the same eye color as me. The only thing I really disliked about myself was my nose. It was way too big, and long. I sighed, paid for my groceries, and went for the exit. Then something caught my attention. It was a poster, printed on green paper. I didn't care about the color though, I just read the text.
DRUMMER NEEDED!!!!
The Network needs a new drummer, we're looking for YOU!
If you can play drums that is.
If you're interested (and can play drums) call Micah at this number:
Below it was a number. I read it over again. Should I call that guy? Micah...Well, I could play drums, and I left my band when we moved from New York. Yeah, why not? I took a pen and was about to write down the number when a thought hit me. I looked around, then ripped down the paper. I put it in my pocket and went out the door, smiling.
*Micah's P.O.V*
"Fuck! This sucks guys!" I said angry. I wasn't angry at my band mates, I was angry at Chris who left us. We were nothing without a drummer, even dad told us. And he's always so positive! Only one guy had asked to be our drummer, and he sucked major ass. Probably started playing a week ago. The phone rang upstairs, but I didn't bother taking it. Dad loved to answer, always with something silly. We all shut up, curious about what he said this time.
"Tré Cool's residence, what can me doo for yooou?"
We cracked up laughing, not knowing what to do.
"Oh really? Then I have to ask you a few questions: how do you know him, when did you meet him, what relationship do you have, what's your name, where do you come from, and last but not least, how many have you ever had sex with?"
...
"THAT MANY?!?"
...
"That's more than me, but just hang on a second" He said and then shouting down the stairs. "MICAH, IT'S FOR YOU!!! IT'S A GIRL AND SHE HAS HAD SEX WITH A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF MEN!!!" Me, Evie, and Adam were lying on the floor, laughing. I got up and ran up the stairs from the cellar, where we had been practising. I got up and in the living room, where dad was waiting for me. "Oh, and she said that she never said it was men. If that makes sense," He said, looking confused.
I just smirked and shook my head.
"Hello?" I said, trying not to laugh. Poor girl! She must have been scared to death!
"Hi! Well, just so you know it, I haven't slept with THAT many, it was just a joke." Okay then, maybe not.
"I'm Bailee, I heard that you needed a new drummer for your band?"
"Yeah! You play drums?" I asked, really happy.
Dad was on his way to the kitchen but then he stopped and turned around. He gave me thumbs up and the rock on sign.
"Sure, I've been playing for years!" She said.
"That's great! We really need a drummer, we suck without one. When can you come over so we can check you out?" That sounded kinda stupid, but I didn't care. I was really desperate!
"Well, I've got lots of time, when can I come?" She answered. I felt even dumber, she was so relaxed and cool, while I was just eager and desperate.
"You know, if you've got the time then you can just come over now," I said and tried to be calm.
"Sure, cool!" She answered, and I gave her the address.
When I hung up dad was standing next to me.
"The sex addict is going to be your new drummer?" He asked. I laughed.
"Dad, she was joking! She hasn't slept with that many men! Or women," I added. He looked kinda sulky, but I ran down the stairs before he answered. I had to tell them the good news!
*Half an hour later, Bailee's P.O.V*
I got off the skateboard and looked at the house. No fucking way! Jeeze, it was huge! I went up to the door and rang the doorbell. I had my favourite drumsticks in my bag, along with my cell phone and the wallet. All of a sudden the door slammed open and I bounced surprised a step back. Then I saw something I had never seen before, a pair of eyes just as blue as mine...
I was in the store, buying groceries. New place again, I thought to myself. We have moved four times in two years, and now we were in Oakland. Mom said that she had lived there when she was younger, and that I was born there. Since it was just two weeks left of school before summer holiday, mum decided that I'll wait until after the holiday before starting school. A mirror was hanging in a corner of the store, and I looked into it. I had short hair, but since it was curly it was a mess. And not only that, I had streaks in many different colors. Blue, green, red, pink, turquoise, white, orange, purple you name it! And my eyes...I don't wanna brag, but they are quite pretty. Blue, the prettiest blue you can imagine. I've never met anyone with the same eye color as me. The only thing I really disliked about myself was my nose. It was way too big, and long. I sighed, paid for my groceries, and went for the exit. Then something caught my attention. It was a poster, printed on green paper. I didn't care about the color though, I just read the text.
DRUMMER NEEDED!!!!
The Network needs a new drummer, we're looking for YOU!
If you can play drums that is.
If you're interested (and can play drums) call Micah at this number:
Below it was a number. I read it over again. Should I call that guy? Micah...Well, I could play drums, and I left my band when we moved from New York. Yeah, why not? I took a pen and was about to write down the number when a thought hit me. I looked around, then ripped down the paper. I put it in my pocket and went out the door, smiling.
*Micah's P.O.V*
"Fuck! This sucks guys!" I said angry. I wasn't angry at my band mates, I was angry at Chris who left us. We were nothing without a drummer, even dad told us. And he's always so positive! Only one guy had asked to be our drummer, and he sucked major ass. Probably started playing a week ago. The phone rang upstairs, but I didn't bother taking it. Dad loved to answer, always with something silly. We all shut up, curious about what he said this time.
"Tré Cool's residence, what can me doo for yooou?"
We cracked up laughing, not knowing what to do.
"Oh really? Then I have to ask you a few questions: how do you know him, when did you meet him, what relationship do you have, what's your name, where do you come from, and last but not least, how many have you ever had sex with?"
...
"THAT MANY?!?"
...
"That's more than me, but just hang on a second" He said and then shouting down the stairs. "MICAH, IT'S FOR YOU!!! IT'S A GIRL AND SHE HAS HAD SEX WITH A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF MEN!!!" Me, Evie, and Adam were lying on the floor, laughing. I got up and ran up the stairs from the cellar, where we had been practising. I got up and in the living room, where dad was waiting for me. "Oh, and she said that she never said it was men. If that makes sense," He said, looking confused.
I just smirked and shook my head.
"Hello?" I said, trying not to laugh. Poor girl! She must have been scared to death!
"Hi! Well, just so you know it, I haven't slept with THAT many, it was just a joke." Okay then, maybe not.
"I'm Bailee, I heard that you needed a new drummer for your band?"
"Yeah! You play drums?" I asked, really happy.
Dad was on his way to the kitchen but then he stopped and turned around. He gave me thumbs up and the rock on sign.
"Sure, I've been playing for years!" She said.
"That's great! We really need a drummer, we suck without one. When can you come over so we can check you out?" That sounded kinda stupid, but I didn't care. I was really desperate!
"Well, I've got lots of time, when can I come?" She answered. I felt even dumber, she was so relaxed and cool, while I was just eager and desperate.
"You know, if you've got the time then you can just come over now," I said and tried to be calm.
"Sure, cool!" She answered, and I gave her the address.
When I hung up dad was standing next to me.
"The sex addict is going to be your new drummer?" He asked. I laughed.
"Dad, she was joking! She hasn't slept with that many men! Or women," I added. He looked kinda sulky, but I ran down the stairs before he answered. I had to tell them the good news!
*Half an hour later, Bailee's P.O.V*
I got off the skateboard and looked at the house. No fucking way! Jeeze, it was huge! I went up to the door and rang the doorbell. I had my favourite drumsticks in my bag, along with my cell phone and the wallet. All of a sudden the door slammed open and I bounced surprised a step back. Then I saw something I had never seen before, a pair of eyes just as blue as mine...
