I've Got Your Picture, I'm Coming With You Part 8
As always, I don't own anyone, none of this is real, blah blah blah, you know the drill.
Jack had scarcely let go of me all day. He was either wrapped around me, or hanging onto one of my hands. It was like he was scared that I would disappear if he let go. Soundcheck, which I’m normally not allowed into for fear of distracting the boys, was almost painful. Jack whined so bad that Matt gave in “Just this once, just to shut you up”. I sat on the floor and watched. Jack’s soundcheck usually lasts... 5-10 minutes. I think he took 2.
I’d been given Jack’s phone to look after with the instructions “I don’t want to talk to anyone unless it’s life and death.” So, of course, in the 2 minutes he was onstage for soundcheck, Holly called. I pointed to Jack’s phone, then to the door, to try and communicate to Jack that I was screening one of his calls. He nodded and allowed me to leave without following like a little puppy. Turns out he hated talking to anyone more than he hated being away from me today.
“Hello?”
“Oh... Hi.”
“What can I help you with?”
“I was... umm... Hoping to talk to Jack?” Does this woman know how to have a conversation without posing everything as a question?
“He’s not available right now.” And won’t ever be for you again.
“Oh.”
“Can I take a message?” Dah.
“Oh! Umm... Can you have him call me please?”
“And who would he be calling?” I’m going to make this as difficult for you as possible.
“Oh, it’s Holly.”
“And does Jack have your number?”
“...It’s this one.”
“Holly, can I be honest with you?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s not going to call you after the last time. I wouldn’t hold your breath to hear back from him. And I’m not going to give him a message that would just upset him when he’s upset enough as it is.”
“...But... What happened last time?”
“He spoke to your husband.”
“Ohhh. Okay.”
“Still want to leave a message?” I dare you.
“Umm, no. It’s okay. Is he happy?” What?
“I’m sorry?”
“I just... Is he happy with the way his life turned out?”
“After you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not going at answer that. It’s not my answer to give. Goodbye Holly.”
“Okay. Bye.”
Jack was sitting crosslegged on the floor, watching the rest of the boys soundcheck when I walked back in.
“Who was it?”
“Someone unimportant. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” He tugged me down so I was sitting in his lap, his head on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my waist and we watched the boys in relative peace. I knew how upset Jack was going to be that I’d kept this from him, but it was for his own good. No one needed to witness Jack upset about this, and the kids tonight deserved a decent show.
Jack had scarcely let go of me all day. He was either wrapped around me, or hanging onto one of my hands. It was like he was scared that I would disappear if he let go. Soundcheck, which I’m normally not allowed into for fear of distracting the boys, was almost painful. Jack whined so bad that Matt gave in “Just this once, just to shut you up”. I sat on the floor and watched. Jack’s soundcheck usually lasts... 5-10 minutes. I think he took 2.
I’d been given Jack’s phone to look after with the instructions “I don’t want to talk to anyone unless it’s life and death.” So, of course, in the 2 minutes he was onstage for soundcheck, Holly called. I pointed to Jack’s phone, then to the door, to try and communicate to Jack that I was screening one of his calls. He nodded and allowed me to leave without following like a little puppy. Turns out he hated talking to anyone more than he hated being away from me today.
“Hello?”
“Oh... Hi.”
“What can I help you with?”
“I was... umm... Hoping to talk to Jack?” Does this woman know how to have a conversation without posing everything as a question?
“He’s not available right now.” And won’t ever be for you again.
“Oh.”
“Can I take a message?” Dah.
“Oh! Umm... Can you have him call me please?”
“And who would he be calling?” I’m going to make this as difficult for you as possible.
“Oh, it’s Holly.”
“And does Jack have your number?”
“...It’s this one.”
“Holly, can I be honest with you?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s not going to call you after the last time. I wouldn’t hold your breath to hear back from him. And I’m not going to give him a message that would just upset him when he’s upset enough as it is.”
“...But... What happened last time?”
“He spoke to your husband.”
“Ohhh. Okay.”
“Still want to leave a message?” I dare you.
“Umm, no. It’s okay. Is he happy?” What?
“I’m sorry?”
“I just... Is he happy with the way his life turned out?”
“After you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not going at answer that. It’s not my answer to give. Goodbye Holly.”
“Okay. Bye.”
Jack was sitting crosslegged on the floor, watching the rest of the boys soundcheck when I walked back in.
“Who was it?”
“Someone unimportant. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” He tugged me down so I was sitting in his lap, his head on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my waist and we watched the boys in relative peace. I knew how upset Jack was going to be that I’d kept this from him, but it was for his own good. No one needed to witness Jack upset about this, and the kids tonight deserved a decent show.