Inked Memories (Dedicated to Ri), chapter 5
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My pulse raced, my breath quickened; sweat dripped from my forehead...I scanned the room...no. No sign of that beautiful reddish-brown hair, vibrant green eyes or any aura of Billie Joe in the room. My heart sank. Depression creeped upon me, I knew it was too good to be true.
'But wait,' I thought. 'It's only 9. He wouldn't come just yet!' A relieved sigh escaped from my lungs. I still had the chance, even if it was only, very, very slim.
"Goood morning!" a voice came from behind me and made me jump.
"Oh God," I replied, relieved to realise it was only Tim. "You gave me a fucking heart attack!"
"Well, I'd best be keeping you on your toes today, you know, eyes and ears sharp. Don't want any, and I mean ANY mistakes today..." Then he stared me straight in the eye. "Otherwise it'll be more than just a few over-excited tabloids with a big headline, 'Needle-Slipped Star'." Suddenly he let go of me and smiled.
"But no pressure, you know!" And with that he tapped my left shoulder and walked passed me.
I was gob-smacked; I couldn't tell whether he was serious, joking, both or...other, I guess. However, I could easily hear him sniggering in the back of the shop to himself. Tim had his tendencies with certain things and not being able to control his laughter was one. But I had to admit, that was his best un-obvious prank he has pulled on me so far!
Time went by so slowly I almost fell asleep when inking some guy's tattoo; luckily, he let out another yelp of pain which woke me before I made a mistake that could've cost me my job!
'Right,' I thought. 'I've got to keep alert; everything's on the line here.' Then I reminded myself that today, I, Riona, was going to meet Billie Joe Armstrong and draw one of his tattoos! From thinking that, it gave me almost like some kind of inner strength, like an energy boost. The rest of the tattoos I completed that morning, I etched them with the most passion and effort that I could manage. The three 'masterpieces' as Tim called them, were by far, the BEST work I had ever, done. But I was going to make sure that Billie's one was going to top that off. Yes, HIS tattoo would be the greatest piece of art in the world, and from it, fame shall blossom.
Eventually, 3 o'clock came, and I had completely forgotten about the amazing incident that was due to take place that afternoon. Perhaps it was because I was so overwhelmed with excitement, curiosity and plain confusion, I had become brain dead. So there I sat, blank expression on my face, twirling a biro between my fingers. I heard the door buzzer go off. I sighed.
'Oh god... ANOTHER customer?' I thought. I lifted myself off the chair behind the counter, took out a notepad; keeping my eyes down, and muttered, "May I help you?"
"Sure, erm, I'm booked for a tattoo, I'm Tim's cousin. He told me that..." That voice sounded familiar... I raised my gaze up and found myself staring into a pair of beautiful, sparkling green, no, green is too dull...EMERALD eyes. Then, I lost control of my sight; my eyes darted all over his perfect body. They danced over his reddish-brown hair, his beautiful nose, his legs, his arms, his torso.
Finally, I stopped and stared back at him and stammered, "O...o...of c...course, if you c...c...can tell me what kind of design you'd like, a... and where you'd like it, I'll be happy t...t...t...t...t...to show you to m...my work-station...Mr..."
"Please," he interrupted, "Call me Billie." And with that, he gave me the sexiest smile (and wink!!!) I had ever seen in my entire life! This time my heart didn't flutter-it did a full 360◦ somersault! I just couldn't help wearing my most unflattering, cheesy grin.
'But wait,' I thought. 'It's only 9. He wouldn't come just yet!' A relieved sigh escaped from my lungs. I still had the chance, even if it was only, very, very slim.
"Goood morning!" a voice came from behind me and made me jump.
"Oh God," I replied, relieved to realise it was only Tim. "You gave me a fucking heart attack!"
"Well, I'd best be keeping you on your toes today, you know, eyes and ears sharp. Don't want any, and I mean ANY mistakes today..." Then he stared me straight in the eye. "Otherwise it'll be more than just a few over-excited tabloids with a big headline, 'Needle-Slipped Star'." Suddenly he let go of me and smiled.
"But no pressure, you know!" And with that he tapped my left shoulder and walked passed me.
I was gob-smacked; I couldn't tell whether he was serious, joking, both or...other, I guess. However, I could easily hear him sniggering in the back of the shop to himself. Tim had his tendencies with certain things and not being able to control his laughter was one. But I had to admit, that was his best un-obvious prank he has pulled on me so far!
Time went by so slowly I almost fell asleep when inking some guy's tattoo; luckily, he let out another yelp of pain which woke me before I made a mistake that could've cost me my job!
'Right,' I thought. 'I've got to keep alert; everything's on the line here.' Then I reminded myself that today, I, Riona, was going to meet Billie Joe Armstrong and draw one of his tattoos! From thinking that, it gave me almost like some kind of inner strength, like an energy boost. The rest of the tattoos I completed that morning, I etched them with the most passion and effort that I could manage. The three 'masterpieces' as Tim called them, were by far, the BEST work I had ever, done. But I was going to make sure that Billie's one was going to top that off. Yes, HIS tattoo would be the greatest piece of art in the world, and from it, fame shall blossom.
Eventually, 3 o'clock came, and I had completely forgotten about the amazing incident that was due to take place that afternoon. Perhaps it was because I was so overwhelmed with excitement, curiosity and plain confusion, I had become brain dead. So there I sat, blank expression on my face, twirling a biro between my fingers. I heard the door buzzer go off. I sighed.
'Oh god... ANOTHER customer?' I thought. I lifted myself off the chair behind the counter, took out a notepad; keeping my eyes down, and muttered, "May I help you?"
"Sure, erm, I'm booked for a tattoo, I'm Tim's cousin. He told me that..." That voice sounded familiar... I raised my gaze up and found myself staring into a pair of beautiful, sparkling green, no, green is too dull...EMERALD eyes. Then, I lost control of my sight; my eyes darted all over his perfect body. They danced over his reddish-brown hair, his beautiful nose, his legs, his arms, his torso.
Finally, I stopped and stared back at him and stammered, "O...o...of c...course, if you c...c...can tell me what kind of design you'd like, a... and where you'd like it, I'll be happy t...t...t...t...t...to show you to m...my work-station...Mr..."
"Please," he interrupted, "Call me Billie." And with that, he gave me the sexiest smile (and wink!!!) I had ever seen in my entire life! This time my heart didn't flutter-it did a full 360◦ somersault! I just couldn't help wearing my most unflattering, cheesy grin.
