Chapter 3
“Hey guys, so what’s up?”
“Nothing much,” Howie answered. “Do you have any ideas for what we can sing
for B-rok?”
“Yea… I was thinking that we could sing
“Movin On”, I answered with no hesitation.
Everyone discussed it a little longer and
then the decision was made, we would sing “Movin On”.
“I don’t know about ya’ll but I’m gonna head
home and go chill on my boat until rehearsal,” I said, suddenly.
“Kay, then DO NOT BE LATE!” Kevin nearly
shouted at me, either thinking I was deaf or stupid, one.
“I CAN
HEAR YOU.” I felt like shouting
back at that point, and did just that.
That dream was striking back at me, and it was starting to annoy
me. I walked out to my car, and drove
down the road singing at the top of my lungs, the radio blaring.
The boat was floating in the middle of
nowhere, and the sun was bearing down on me, but I didn’t get up to put sun
screen on, the point was I was to lazy to get up from my spot on the deck.
The sound of my cell phone ringing, woke me
up.
“Umm, hello?”
“Hey, you gonna be here in the next thirty
minuets?” Kevin’s voice was stern.
“Yea, I’ll be there Kev, chill.” Without having to even look at myself, I knew
I was sunburned, my skin felt to be on fire.
“See’ ya soon.” I hung up and
started steering the boat back towards the house.
I walked into the studio, surprised to see
only Howie there, indicating that I was clearly not late.
“Hey, D.”
“Sup?”
Howie was short wording himself lately.
“Nothing much man, you?” I answered somewhat
slowly.
“Same, same.”
He stood up and stretched, but sat back down
when A.J and Kevin walked in.
Hello’s were exchanged, and then we got down
to business and started rehearsal. When
we suddenly stopped, realizing that the part Brian usually did was not thrown
in by him, and that caused somewhat of a problem, we all noticed it. I offered to do it, knowing that it may be
better for me to sing for him, versus watching one of the other guys sing it,
and leave myself open to crying. And we
all started right up again, clearly ready to get this over with.
A long day called for a long shower, but for
some odd reason I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me, it
didn’t really scare me, for I didn’t feel like it was suppose to, but it sorta
freaked me out, however I was desperately wanting get home in spite of the
feeling.
I let the water pour down on me a few more
seconds before stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a towel from the waist
down.
I sighed, walking down the stairs, my hair
wet, my boxers being the only clothing to cover my body. I sat on my back porch watching the sun go
down, and before long I had drifted off to sleep.
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