Sequel: Wish You Were Here. ›
Band on the Run.
Keeping Up Appearances.
“No,” the lie falls out of my lips so quickly that it almost scared of me, “those are definitely not ours.”
They looked at us like they were reading us. Strangely enough, Ramona didn’t seem as pissed as London. She almost seemed to understand. London eyes me suspiciously before turning to Cheryl.
“Are they yours?” the way she looked at Cheryl was horrible, like she was trying to set her on fire. It was a little scary.
“No,” Cheryl squeaked out.
We definitely wouldn’t be doing anything like this anymore.
“I don’t believe you,” London says sternly.
Ramona almost looked sympathetic, “Maybe we’ve got it wrong.”
“We’re journalist, mam, not groupies.”
London narrows her eyes, “Where are your notes from the interview then?”
I narrow my eyes right back, "They are in my car."
I was becoming very good at this whole lying thing.
"Where is your car?"
"The parking lot."
I could see Cheryl becoming very tense. We didn't even have a damn car.
"Well then, go get them."
"I shouldn't have to prove myself to you."
They looked at us like they were reading us. Strangely enough, Ramona didn’t seem as pissed as London. She almost seemed to understand. London eyes me suspiciously before turning to Cheryl.
“Are they yours?” the way she looked at Cheryl was horrible, like she was trying to set her on fire. It was a little scary.
“No,” Cheryl squeaked out.
We definitely wouldn’t be doing anything like this anymore.
“I don’t believe you,” London says sternly.
Ramona almost looked sympathetic, “Maybe we’ve got it wrong.”
“We’re journalist, mam, not groupies.”
London narrows her eyes, “Where are your notes from the interview then?”
I narrow my eyes right back, "They are in my car."
I was becoming very good at this whole lying thing.
"Where is your car?"
"The parking lot."
I could see Cheryl becoming very tense. We didn't even have a damn car.
"Well then, go get them."
"I shouldn't have to prove myself to you."