I hope you don't think I'm stupid because the narrative is like that. I'm just trying to read like Kim. Later chapters will include points of view from Lindsay, Harris, Nick, and probably Daniel. I'll try to work a little geek-action in there too. Lots of music references in here, so keep up!
Chapter 1- Kim
I've always been the "free spirit", the stupid "dumb blonde" who never looked before she leaped. Or is it lept? I don't know, like I said, I'm a dumb blonde. It's okay that I say that. I know I'm stupid. My mom says so, my stepdad say so, my brother would say so, but he hasn't spoken since 1975. He got hit in the head by with one of those big patrol ticks by a dumb cop, and now he's in trauma or something. But I don't really want to get into that. I wanna talk about my summer, the summer where I figured out my whole messed-up life.
So, my boyfriend Daniel, the most irritating man on the PLANET (yes, man. Daniel's eighteen. I guess you can say I'm jailbait.), is in this totally awesome band called Creation. They were the WORST band ever. I mean, I pretended to be mad at Lindsay for bring all uppity and crap when Nick told Sean, Daniel, and Ken that they basically were lazy and can't play their instruments, but she was right when she said the band sucked. Especially, the lead singer, Ken, wise ass #1. Ken quit the band because he had "better things to do", a.k.a. making kissy face at his girlfriend, the "Tuba Girl"; and our bassist, Sean, was fired because they tried to play "The Real Me" in public and he humiliated himself. Turns out, we found a new singer really quickly, named Courtney Ryan. She's so cool. Me and Lindsay got really close to her since she joined, since Lindsay's the manager, and I'm probably viewed as "the groupie." We got a new bassist too, some bizarro kid named Harris. He's a total geek, but he's freaking John Paul Jones on bass.
Anyway, Lindsay, which turned this band from a sucky Aerosmith –like-garage-band -poser group into Big Brother and the Holding Company or some other sick band with a female lead. They were SO good we decided to record a demo. I know, important, right? So, we recorded a cover of Sunshine of Your Love for $3 an hour at a small little booth owned by one of Daniel's creepy cousins who I think flirted with me and Lindsay AND the Tuba girl. Anyone, Nick knew a guy who knew a guy who knew the manager of CBGB's. Long story short, we got in. In the summer of 1981, the summer of my junior year, I got to go to New York with my best friends and my boy friend. How sweet is that?
I knew I was going to have to go through hell and high water to a) let my mom know remember that I still lived there, and b) to make up some elaborate story about why I was disappearing suddenly, for six weeks. I would have to play my cards right, or I wouldn't be able to leave the house until 1997, when I'm 33. Wait, I'll be 33, right? Whatever, I'll just ask Lindsay later. It's nice to have a smart friend to answer all your school questions.
I decided to bring it up while my mom was getting ready to go out. This is usually a good time, because she's happy that she's using her social life, and it's bad to use the end of night because she's totally wasted and guess who has to pick her up? "Mom, did you get your hair done today? It looks less like a helmet today." I had to compliment her, but add a slight insult so she wouldn't guess that I was brown-nosing her. My mother just grunted and started fussing with her make-up. She looked preoccupied, so she probably wouldn't be focusing 110% on me. I went in for the kill. "So, they have this program in Detroit for struggling students who want to go to college. It's for six weeks, and I think I wanna go. It's I n June. You think I can go?" I asked. I'm a seasoned liar, so I didn't think my tone of voice would be a problem. I just hoped she's buy my story.
My mom just looked at me and said, "This isn't one of tricks, missy? Cause if it is, I'll ground you 'till you're old and gray, I swear to god." She looked dead serious, as if she would actually ground me. Yeah, right. She doesn't care about me enough to actually keep tabs on where I'm going.
Anyway, I told her that I wasn't pulling any "shenanigans" (what is with that words? I have never heard anyone under the age of forty use it, along with "hooligans", and "whippersnappers" ) and she gave the green light. Yes! I was going to the craziest city on earth, to have the craziest summer of my life. I had no idea how awesome, amazing, dangerous, crazy, insane, sad, beautiful summer of my entire life,
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Peace, love, empathy, rock n roll, -mrseddievedder