Shallow.
We’ve got to go, she said. It’s a good band, I think you’ll like them.
“Have you ever heard them?” I asked, incredulous.
“Well, no. But you’ve got to get a start somewhere, right?” She pulled on my arm. “Come on, it will be fun. We can leave whenever you want to.” I took a long drag on my cigarette, thinking. She saw she was nearly there, and smiled. “If we make it down there and they suck, we could make it to the 8 o’clock showing…”
I narrowed my eyes at her and breathed deliberately into her face. “Only if you buy me popcorn.” She smiled, making me sigh. I always played right into her trap; she always knows how to manipulate me into doing exactly what I don’t realize is what she wants. I finished my smoke and smashed it into my empty pop can, hearing it sizzle in the small sip of Mountain Dew and our mingled saliva. She cracked open another can and quickly chugged half of it before handing it to me.
“So the drummer, he’s a friend of yours?” I asked, leaning back against my elbows.
She shook her head emphatically. “No, she’s my friend. Someone I met at school. I was hoping to impress her, you know.” She shrugged, suddenly nervous.
I smiled. “Ah, I get it. Someone has a little crush. Let me guess, she came into the studio as usual, said something about tonight, and you jumped on it.” Her guilty look confirmed that I spoke the truth. “So what kind of music do they play?”
She wrinkled her nose. “They’re a cover band. Top 40 rock and roll, specializing in Buckcherry and Theory of a Deadman.” I made a rude noise. “But, you have to give them a chance. I really like this girl.”
I raised the can to my lips. “I want extra butter on that popcorn…”
We were late getting started. She had left the windows down in her car in order to cool it out. Which would have worked fine, except she left them down in the middle of an afternoon storm. She looked up at me apologetically through a curtain of bangs. "Oops?"
I sighed, slammed the door, and grabbed my keys. "Come on, lets go." I whirled on her. "But we are not listening to that cd you borrowed from your brother in hopes to do some research." I pulled out my overplayed Bach cd and shook it in her face. "No fucking Nickleback in my fucking car, you get it?"
I would write more, but its storming and my battery is almost dead. So I leave it for now... if you like it and want to hear more, comment please. I would welcome the input.
“Have you ever heard them?” I asked, incredulous.
“Well, no. But you’ve got to get a start somewhere, right?” She pulled on my arm. “Come on, it will be fun. We can leave whenever you want to.” I took a long drag on my cigarette, thinking. She saw she was nearly there, and smiled. “If we make it down there and they suck, we could make it to the 8 o’clock showing…”
I narrowed my eyes at her and breathed deliberately into her face. “Only if you buy me popcorn.” She smiled, making me sigh. I always played right into her trap; she always knows how to manipulate me into doing exactly what I don’t realize is what she wants. I finished my smoke and smashed it into my empty pop can, hearing it sizzle in the small sip of Mountain Dew and our mingled saliva. She cracked open another can and quickly chugged half of it before handing it to me.
“So the drummer, he’s a friend of yours?” I asked, leaning back against my elbows.
She shook her head emphatically. “No, she’s my friend. Someone I met at school. I was hoping to impress her, you know.” She shrugged, suddenly nervous.
I smiled. “Ah, I get it. Someone has a little crush. Let me guess, she came into the studio as usual, said something about tonight, and you jumped on it.” Her guilty look confirmed that I spoke the truth. “So what kind of music do they play?”
She wrinkled her nose. “They’re a cover band. Top 40 rock and roll, specializing in Buckcherry and Theory of a Deadman.” I made a rude noise. “But, you have to give them a chance. I really like this girl.”
I raised the can to my lips. “I want extra butter on that popcorn…”
We were late getting started. She had left the windows down in her car in order to cool it out. Which would have worked fine, except she left them down in the middle of an afternoon storm. She looked up at me apologetically through a curtain of bangs. "Oops?"
I sighed, slammed the door, and grabbed my keys. "Come on, lets go." I whirled on her. "But we are not listening to that cd you borrowed from your brother in hopes to do some research." I pulled out my overplayed Bach cd and shook it in her face. "No fucking Nickleback in my fucking car, you get it?"
I would write more, but its storming and my battery is almost dead. So I leave it for now... if you like it and want to hear more, comment please. I would welcome the input.