I See You for Who You Are
2
Chapter 2
-Hey, look who decided to show up, Mark laughed and threw a towel at her, Help me wipe the glasses.
-Oh give me a break, I am 5 minutes late and remember I stayed 1 extra hour last night.
-Yeah, give the poor girl a break, Drea added coming in from the kitchen. She needs her sleep. I mean she’s 25! We can work longer and harder, being over 40 and all!
-Very funny, Vilma smiled. Don’t give me that I-am-tired-and-over-40 crap. You don’t look a day over 30 and you act like 20. She kissed Drea’s cheek sweeping past her.
-That my dear is true, Mark nodded and winked at his wife.
-Oh you two shut up and start working! Drea said and laughed.
Mark and Vilma wiped yesterdays newly dished glasses, usually they always cleaned the night before but yesterday had been a busy night and Mark had decided that they should call it a quit with the cleaning up at 3.30 pm. Suddenly they found themselves caught in a race to see who could wipe the most glasses the fastest.
-So, Marky…who’s playing tonight, Vilma asked while almost dropping a glass.
-Rob, a friend of my brothers, hey careful with the glasses, they are…well pretty cheap actually.
- Rob Dupea, nickname Bob? Weird, she mumbled.
-No, he calls himself Bobby Dupea on stage, his name is Robert Pattinson.
-Oh, a stage-name-guy! Like Cher and Madonna! She giggled.
-Funny girl! I don’t know the story, ask him, here he comes.
The door open with a large bang and in walked a young man in his early twenties; he struggled with his two guitars, not knowing he was being watched.
-Hey Cher and Madonna-boy! Vilma called out. Need some help?
The man turned around with a confused and surprised look on his face and Mark couldn’t help but laugh. -Hey man, let me help you, he said and grabbed one of the guitars. – Rob, this is Vilma and Vilma this is Rob, not Cher or Madonna-Boy.
-Uhm…thanks. Wilma...Vilma was it? Hi, good to meet you. Didn’t get the Madonna-joke though. He looked at her with a curious smile, his blue eyes focused on hers.
She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. -I was just comparing you to other artists that use a stage name…and…
-They were the ones you could think of? Yeah, we look alike, ol’ Cher and I, sound the same too, you’ll hear it later.
-Nah, you have more of a Madonna face than a Cher face, Vilma teased him.
- Stop bickering, Drea interrupted. Madonna is actually named Madonna, and Cher is short for Cherilyn so hah! Keep wiping while talking sweetie, she threw Vilma a new dry towel. -Want something Robert?
-I am just gonna go set up my things. But then I’d really like a beer, thanks Drea.
-Beer, feels strange giving you a beer seeing as I’ve watched you grow up.
-Well Drea, I drink beer, have been for quite a few years now. I have actually aged though time seems to have been standing still for you. He flashed Drea a wide smile.
Everyone started laughing and Drea joined in and mumbled –What’s with everyone today?
Rob started setting his things up on stage while Vilma started sorting the receipts from the night before. Mark turned the stereo on and joined Drea and John, the chef in the kitchen. Vilma glanced with a smile at Rob when she heard Cher’s voiced on the radio that was playing ‘Dead ringer for love’ he turned to her with a laugh and said -Well, I do hope Meatloaf is a showbiz name or I feel bad for the poor 8-year old Meatloaf. She laughed with him and then he turned back to his amplifier to do adjustments.
Vilma looked at the big black clock hanging behind the bar. Only 1 hour until the bar opened and 4 hours until she got to hear just how alike Rob’s voice was to Cher’s. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
-Hey, look who decided to show up, Mark laughed and threw a towel at her, Help me wipe the glasses.
-Oh give me a break, I am 5 minutes late and remember I stayed 1 extra hour last night.
-Yeah, give the poor girl a break, Drea added coming in from the kitchen. She needs her sleep. I mean she’s 25! We can work longer and harder, being over 40 and all!
-Very funny, Vilma smiled. Don’t give me that I-am-tired-and-over-40 crap. You don’t look a day over 30 and you act like 20. She kissed Drea’s cheek sweeping past her.
-That my dear is true, Mark nodded and winked at his wife.
-Oh you two shut up and start working! Drea said and laughed.
Mark and Vilma wiped yesterdays newly dished glasses, usually they always cleaned the night before but yesterday had been a busy night and Mark had decided that they should call it a quit with the cleaning up at 3.30 pm. Suddenly they found themselves caught in a race to see who could wipe the most glasses the fastest.
-So, Marky…who’s playing tonight, Vilma asked while almost dropping a glass.
-Rob, a friend of my brothers, hey careful with the glasses, they are…well pretty cheap actually.
- Rob Dupea, nickname Bob? Weird, she mumbled.
-No, he calls himself Bobby Dupea on stage, his name is Robert Pattinson.
-Oh, a stage-name-guy! Like Cher and Madonna! She giggled.
-Funny girl! I don’t know the story, ask him, here he comes.
The door open with a large bang and in walked a young man in his early twenties; he struggled with his two guitars, not knowing he was being watched.
-Hey Cher and Madonna-boy! Vilma called out. Need some help?
The man turned around with a confused and surprised look on his face and Mark couldn’t help but laugh. -Hey man, let me help you, he said and grabbed one of the guitars. – Rob, this is Vilma and Vilma this is Rob, not Cher or Madonna-Boy.
-Uhm…thanks. Wilma...Vilma was it? Hi, good to meet you. Didn’t get the Madonna-joke though. He looked at her with a curious smile, his blue eyes focused on hers.
She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. -I was just comparing you to other artists that use a stage name…and…
-They were the ones you could think of? Yeah, we look alike, ol’ Cher and I, sound the same too, you’ll hear it later.
-Nah, you have more of a Madonna face than a Cher face, Vilma teased him.
- Stop bickering, Drea interrupted. Madonna is actually named Madonna, and Cher is short for Cherilyn so hah! Keep wiping while talking sweetie, she threw Vilma a new dry towel. -Want something Robert?
-I am just gonna go set up my things. But then I’d really like a beer, thanks Drea.
-Beer, feels strange giving you a beer seeing as I’ve watched you grow up.
-Well Drea, I drink beer, have been for quite a few years now. I have actually aged though time seems to have been standing still for you. He flashed Drea a wide smile.
Everyone started laughing and Drea joined in and mumbled –What’s with everyone today?
Rob started setting his things up on stage while Vilma started sorting the receipts from the night before. Mark turned the stereo on and joined Drea and John, the chef in the kitchen. Vilma glanced with a smile at Rob when she heard Cher’s voiced on the radio that was playing ‘Dead ringer for love’ he turned to her with a laugh and said -Well, I do hope Meatloaf is a showbiz name or I feel bad for the poor 8-year old Meatloaf. She laughed with him and then he turned back to his amplifier to do adjustments.
Vilma looked at the big black clock hanging behind the bar. Only 1 hour until the bar opened and 4 hours until she got to hear just how alike Rob’s voice was to Cher’s. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.