Drake and Josh
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Drake woke up the next morning. At the age of 30, it brought tears to his eyes to see the empty space next to him in the bed. The space was then occupied by his three year old daughter Lola.
"Hey Lola!" Drake sucked his tears back into his eyes.
"Where's mommy?" Lola asked.
Drake started to cry, "Lola, I already told you. Your mommy's gone. She left. She thinks she can have a better man than me."
"You the manliestest man I knowed," Lola squeaked.
"I better be the only man you know!"
"Nuh-uh, what 'bout Joshy?"
Drake laughed at the mention of his brother's name. Lola never said Josh, it was always Joshy.
"Can we eat cheerios now?" Lola squealed.
On the way to drop Lola off at preschool, Drake called Josh on his cell phone.
Josh, also 30, picked up, "Hello?"
"Hey Mr. Family Man," Drake joked, "Wanna gimme some tips?"
"So she really left this time?" Josh said in a solemn voice.
"Last night after I put Lola to sleep. She told me she wanted someone more mature. Am I mature?"
"Well, you're not the most mature, but you're not the least mature. She's the one that married you."
"That's the thing…" Drake whispered. "We figured out that we weren't actually married. Marie said "A-choo" instead of "I do. The priest never recognized the marriage."
"Wow, so she took Lola with her?"
"Nope, she's in the back seat. Hold on, I'll call you back after I drop Lola off."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Drake ran in and handed Lola to the teacher and ran back to his beat up El Camino. He called Josh again.
"Hey, Josh, how's things with you?"
"Great, but I'd rather talk about your problems."
"I knew she was cheating… I just knew it. She would pretend to be sleeping on the couch but when I went to get a glass of water in the night she wouldn't be there. But when I woke up in the morning, there she was."
"It's okay, Drake, you'll find someone else."
"Easy for you to say. I'm 30 and I'm starting to look worse than when I was 16."
"Starting?" Josh laughed.
"Hey, I'm very bulnerable right now."
"The word is vulnerable."
"Ok, I'm at work; I'll talk to you later."
Drake took the elevator to his desk on the 12th floor of the San Diego skyscraper. He worked as an agent for small bands looking to hit it big time in the San Diego area. His first client was a group of boys with their lead singer a girl that wore holes in their jeans and tattoos on their arms.
"Hello," Drake greeted. "Your band name?"
"DNAB," the blonde boy answered.
"Any reason why?"
"Couldn't think of anything," the blonde boy replied. He appeared to be the leader of the group.
"Y'all skipping school?"
"Yup, what's it to ya?" the blonde boy answered.
"Nothing, it's cool. Can I have your first names?"
They went around in a circle, the brunette twins were Brian and Ryan, the blonde's name was Matt, and the goth in the background's name was Kyle. The lead singer's name was Marie. Drake choked back tears at the sound of the name.
"You okay buddy?" Matt asked.
Drake swallowed, "Yeah, had something caught in my throat. Anyways, my name is Drake and I will be your manager. Did ya bring a cd of your music?"
Kyle put it into the old boombox sitting on Drake's desk.