November 30, 2011
Strange things have been happening. Let's just start from the beginning.
I was in college, of course, and I was just looking up on the internet. I was looking at youtube videos and such. I really hoped that Zane had made a website for herself because I really wanted to talk to her again. It's a few months... but it feels like it's been years. When I logged into my account, someone had commented on my video. I clicked it and read the comment.
Wow! Your pretty good. I know it's been a long time since you've created this video, and you probably don't use this channel anymore, but if you ever get the chance on reading this, I really hope you get to reading this. I think you're so good that you should join my band. This band is for high-schoolers, college students, and just anyone out of the ordinary. If you ever get to reading this and think that it'll be a cool idea, please call me. Here's my phone number: 770-376-2215 -David Spikes
I felt a shock of joy jump down my spine. Me? In someone's band? What kind of band was it, a school kind of band or an all supreme band that was had world tours and a ton of fans? Was it a big band around town, did many people know about it? What if my SISTER knows about it? Thoughts and feelings tumbled through my mind, and I really didn't know what to think. I pushed this all away. As I started turning off my computer, I noticed my phone right beside my computer. 'It would be so worth it... to be on stage. Have fans. Play the guitar and let my dream come true.'
I don't know how it happened, but right there and then, I picked up the phone and called David. He was actually a pretty nice guy. He told me that I was a amazing artist and could really play the guitar. He asked me if I was interested into going in his band at all. One answer jumped out of my mouth as fast as you could imagine.
"YES!"
David knew I was excited by the tone of his voice. I heard him chuckle and then announce, "Well, it's very nice to meet you John Estra. I better be goin' now. You sure you make it on time?"
I was literally dancing inside my mind, forcing myself not to in real life, I said, "Of course I can."
I could tell David smiled, but I couldn't tell because we were on the phone, of course. "Hope to see you later kid. Bye-bye." And that was it of the conversation. I hung up, then laid down on my bed... all happy, anxious, nervous, and feeling qualified. I picked up my phone again and started reading my contacts. I smiled when I fell down to 'Mom and dad'. I clicked the "call" button, sign and sat up on my bed. I waiting a while for them to answer... but eventually... no one did. It was confusing.
'They usually always answered.' I thought to myself. 'Where the fuck could they possible be?' I shook my head from the of someone possibility of someone being hurt and clicked the button again.
First ring.
Second ring.
Third ring.
Fourth ring.
Nothing.
I sighed then turned off my phone and placed it into my dresser-drawer. 'Man I wish they would answer so i could tell them the good news.' I thought to myself.
'Meh... I guess I'll have to wait and tell them later, when they're home, that is.' I looked out the window and watched as the sun slowly vanished behind the mountains of the Earth. Waking up from my day-dreaming, I jumped off of bed and took off my clothes I'd wear for work. I pulled on my pajama pants, a little too big for me as they hang down between my legs, but I still love the softness to them. I then picked up my shirt, slowly letting it fall into the position I like. Fidgeting around with my blankets, about to settle up for the night, when a picture fell off of the covers.
I stared down at it and cocked my head to the left side. Reaching down for it, I could finally see who was on the picture...
Zane.
I picked up the picture to get a closer look at it. The picture was taken on her 7th birthday. 'Such a big girl.' I laughed to myself. I put it on top of my dresser-drawer, next to my phone, and finished putting my bedsheets on my bed. I got into bed, prayed a prayer, and fell asleep.
January 5th, 2011
It's been a while... huh? Well yeah, nothing really big went on. I had Christmas with my family and told them the great news about me going to get into a band and being able to play as a guitarist. David, my band director, told me that I could even create some songs for the band! I was INCREASINGLY surprised by that. I enjoyed to write music as a kid, and well... not to brag, but I was pretty good at it.
Anyway, today was the big day that I was going to meet the band, greet everyone, and learn a whole lot more about the band then anyone would've ever known! Okay, not everything, but a hell o' lot more than anyone else. I tried to call my parents again... but they weren't there! Surprise, surprise for me. I packed every thing I needed and sent a text to my family, saying that I'm going out to meet the band and that I hope you are all okay. Then I packed my clothes, food, phone, pictures and albums of my family, all the presents I got from my family and best friends, and waived to everyone in the office. I was leaving to go to a different college.
First of all, the band was WAY to far away for me to stay here and go over there all the time. Secondly, it would make it easier to communicate to the teens and college students there. I learned that a kid named Ben Paul was going to be my new roommate at that college, and I seriously was freaking out to meet everyone.
I put my bags in my car and started to engine. It roared on, and I hit the road.
:A little while later:
Finally I made it to the college I needed to go to. It was nearly dawn, and I was so tired... but so happy.
I pulled out the bags I could barley carry and while I was walking inside, I tumbled and fell... dropping all my bags. 'How embarrassing...' I thought that people were watching at me, laughing. But then a kid, somewhat in his 17-20, helped me pick up my bags.
"Are you okay?" The kid asked. I glanced at him before saying anything.
He was wearing a light blue jacket that said 'SM' on his right side on his jacket. It had blue sleeves that reached all the way to his hands. It looked like the blue jacket was actually a vest, but it obviously wasn't. His hair was orangist-red and was sweep to the side. He also was wearing blue jeans and a brown belt holding the jeans up.
"Yeah," I got up. "Yeah, I'm alright. Thank you for helping me." I said, while picking up my other bags left on the ground.
"Hey, no problem." He smiled at me. "I'm just waiting for my friend. He's supposed to be here for the band I'm in. I just came in a couple weeks, but I've pretty much settled in already. Really easy getting used to things when you have friends to back you up with things." He added.
"Yeah." I replied, awkwardly.
"Wait... did you say band?"
"Yeah." He answered.
"What's your name... I didn't ask." I stared at him, waiting for an answer. The guy just stared back at me awkwardly.
"Oh, man, I'm sorry. I'm just coquensedentally looking for my friend I need to enter a band as well." I said.
He smiled. "Well then, you could've said something." He laughed, awkwardly. "Name's Ben. Ben Paul." I took his hand and we shook each other's. 'This is the guy.' I thought. 'Just the kid that's gunna be my roommate.'
"Great!" I smiled back at him. "You're just who I needed to see. My name's John Estra, you are the kid that's going to be my roommate... right?" I chuckled into between sentences. "Just making sure you ain't a prankster." I laughed again.
"Nope. This college is prankster proof." He played along with me. "Well, except that one kid that lives in floor six... he's a bitch though."
"Ah. You're going to find a lot of those in life."
"Yeah, no kidding." Ben held the bags that fell and carried them into the elevator, standing with me. As we stepped in I asked, "So... what floor are we in?" Excitement filled the elevator room as I waited for an answer. It was so much excitement that I thought I couldn't even breathe for a moment.
"Fifth floor, room 511." He took out keys from his pocket and started jumbling them around and around. Throwing them into the air and catching them and bouncing with them playfully. Finally, the elevator door opened up, and we walked out the door and skimming the hallways to the right door to my new room.
"Right here." Ben declared, and he opened up the door as quick as a shark spotting a fish. He opened up the door and the first things I did was slump on the couch. "So... very... tired..." I murmured.
"I'm so tired I can barley talk."
Ben rolled his eyes. "Well... that's uh. Y'know. That's..."
"Stop it Ben. Your voice is echoing in my ears." I rolled my eyes back at him.
"Okay." He stopped and heading straight for his room. "Glad to have you buddy. Hope you get along with everyone during the band-reunion tomorrow." He headed for the room and then stopped in his tracks when he realized what he called me. "I can call you buddy... right?"
"Just call me John." I said, almost in a sigh.
"Okay. Night... John."
"Sure... night." I replied back, barley able to talk. Then, just as the lights turned off, my eyes fell into a deep sleep.