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Rush Hour
VIII: That's why we were caught
We stood in front of the glass door.
"Sweetleaf?"
"You already know it? Oh, shit."
"I've been here only once. An old friend of mine used to live in this neighborhood so she invited me. It was like four or five years ago."
"Four or five years ago? Good. It has changed a lot. It's a brand new place, pretty much." Adam opened the door for me. "Oh, look. There's an empty table. What do you think?"
"Awesome, it's near the stage. If they're that awesome, I wanna be as close as possible."
We ordered two cappuccinos as we waited for the band. We were talking about Long Island when five guys got to the stage. They started plugging their instruments as they joked about stuff I didn't understand.
"Adam!" One of them yelled.
"John?" Adam yelled back.
"No, my name is Carlos Santana!" John said, approaching us.
"No, but really, since when are you in Facing New York?" Adam asked.
"Since twenty minutes ago", John said, nonchalantly. "Nah, I'm just replacing their guitarist for a few days."
"Oh, shit, I forgot." Adam said, visibly embarrassed. "This is John, an old friend of mine. We went to middle school and high school together when we lived in Long Island and I hadn't seen him in... four years?"
"Yeah, since you moved." John said.
"And this is Melissa, we met this morning..."
"Adam, Adam. You never change." John said, chuckling.
"No, but let me finish... She's friends with Nathan!"
"What a little, little world... Well, nice to meet you, Melissa. I hope you like our... or their music", John said. "By the way, I'll be playing with my real band on Friday, if you're interested. We're all from Long Island, and we didn't know each other before moving here but you know, this is a little, little world..."
"Sure it is", I said. "And yeah, I'll be here on Friday."
"I like your attitude", John said. "Adam, don't look at me that way, I just said 'I like your attitude'..."
Adam playfully glared at John again. Then both laughed.
"What are you waiting for?" The bassist yelled.
"Come here, let me introduce you to two good friends of mine..." John yelled back.
"All. Of. You. Come here, it won't take you more than five minutes..."
"Guys, this is Adam, my childhood friend, and this is Melissa. Adam and Melissa, these are Brandon, Eric, Omar, and Rene. Matt is absent today, I'm replacing him but you'll meet him at the party we'll have next week."
"Count me in!" Adam said, enthusiastically.
"I like your attitude!" Brandon said, highfiving him. "Melissa, I hope you like our music. I say nothing about Adam because I know he loves it. He bought our last five tapes when we had that gig last year."
"Sweetleaf?"
"You already know it? Oh, shit."
"I've been here only once. An old friend of mine used to live in this neighborhood so she invited me. It was like four or five years ago."
"Four or five years ago? Good. It has changed a lot. It's a brand new place, pretty much." Adam opened the door for me. "Oh, look. There's an empty table. What do you think?"
"Awesome, it's near the stage. If they're that awesome, I wanna be as close as possible."
We ordered two cappuccinos as we waited for the band. We were talking about Long Island when five guys got to the stage. They started plugging their instruments as they joked about stuff I didn't understand.
"Adam!" One of them yelled.
"John?" Adam yelled back.
"No, my name is Carlos Santana!" John said, approaching us.
"No, but really, since when are you in Facing New York?" Adam asked.
"Since twenty minutes ago", John said, nonchalantly. "Nah, I'm just replacing their guitarist for a few days."
"Oh, shit, I forgot." Adam said, visibly embarrassed. "This is John, an old friend of mine. We went to middle school and high school together when we lived in Long Island and I hadn't seen him in... four years?"
"Yeah, since you moved." John said.
"And this is Melissa, we met this morning..."
"Adam, Adam. You never change." John said, chuckling.
"No, but let me finish... She's friends with Nathan!"
"What a little, little world... Well, nice to meet you, Melissa. I hope you like our... or their music", John said. "By the way, I'll be playing with my real band on Friday, if you're interested. We're all from Long Island, and we didn't know each other before moving here but you know, this is a little, little world..."
"Sure it is", I said. "And yeah, I'll be here on Friday."
"I like your attitude", John said. "Adam, don't look at me that way, I just said 'I like your attitude'..."
Adam playfully glared at John again. Then both laughed.
"What are you waiting for?" The bassist yelled.
"Come here, let me introduce you to two good friends of mine..." John yelled back.
"All. Of. You. Come here, it won't take you more than five minutes..."
"Guys, this is Adam, my childhood friend, and this is Melissa. Adam and Melissa, these are Brandon, Eric, Omar, and Rene. Matt is absent today, I'm replacing him but you'll meet him at the party we'll have next week."
"Count me in!" Adam said, enthusiastically.
"I like your attitude!" Brandon said, highfiving him. "Melissa, I hope you like our music. I say nothing about Adam because I know he loves it. He bought our last five tapes when we had that gig last year."