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Band on the Run.
Stories We Could Tell
The next morning Cheryl called me at about 6:00, the phone rang next to my head and it just seemed so much louder than usual. When I answered it I thought about just telling whoever it was to fuck off until I realized it was Cheryl and that she was crying.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and I sit up in the bed, putting my hand in front of my face because of the sun shining through the window hurt my head.
“I don’t want to tell you right now because David is downstairs, can you come over in a couple of hours while he’s gone to band practice?” She says sort of frantically, it scared me a little bit.
“Yeah, yeah I can.” We say nothing else before hanging up the phone, I found myself becoming more worried the more I thought about it. With Cheryl and I it was rare for us not to be on the phone for at least an hour.
I went downstairs and drank a whole pot of coffee, smoked a joint, then ate pancakes and bacon for breakfast. When I was done with that I went upstairs and got dressed, within a matter of minutes I was walking down the street to Cheryl’s place. I got there just as David was leaving, so I figured Cheryl would get straight to the point.
“Hey Nicole, might want to be careful. Cheryl’s kinda acting like a mad woman in there.” David says to me while shaking his head, I smile a little bit. This could either end very well or very bad.
As soon as I come in Cheryl runs up and hugs me, she nearly starts crying but doesn’t.
“You’re not going to believe what happened to me last night.” She says as she drags me to the kitchen where she was cooking something.
“You’re probably right.” I say and I pull myself up onto the counter.
“I ran into Syd last night,” She says, “I ran into him on the street.”
I stared at her shocked, I didn’t know what to say so I listened to her tell me all about it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and I sit up in the bed, putting my hand in front of my face because of the sun shining through the window hurt my head.
“I don’t want to tell you right now because David is downstairs, can you come over in a couple of hours while he’s gone to band practice?” She says sort of frantically, it scared me a little bit.
“Yeah, yeah I can.” We say nothing else before hanging up the phone, I found myself becoming more worried the more I thought about it. With Cheryl and I it was rare for us not to be on the phone for at least an hour.
I went downstairs and drank a whole pot of coffee, smoked a joint, then ate pancakes and bacon for breakfast. When I was done with that I went upstairs and got dressed, within a matter of minutes I was walking down the street to Cheryl’s place. I got there just as David was leaving, so I figured Cheryl would get straight to the point.
“Hey Nicole, might want to be careful. Cheryl’s kinda acting like a mad woman in there.” David says to me while shaking his head, I smile a little bit. This could either end very well or very bad.
As soon as I come in Cheryl runs up and hugs me, she nearly starts crying but doesn’t.
“You’re not going to believe what happened to me last night.” She says as she drags me to the kitchen where she was cooking something.
“You’re probably right.” I say and I pull myself up onto the counter.
“I ran into Syd last night,” She says, “I ran into him on the street.”
I stared at her shocked, I didn’t know what to say so I listened to her tell me all about it.