Okay, I was going to wait to put this up, but I simply could not. It's like premature-uploadation. Thank you Ilovetheoldies for reviewing! If I could, I would send you a delicious fruit basket! Yummy fruit! :) Keep the reviews coming, suggestions and critiques are welcome as well! I think I will upload chapter four too, it goes into more detail about what exactly Brian and Neil plan to do. But, maybe not. Here is Chapter Tres!
After a very eventful afternoon, I began to pack the only suitcase that I had ever owned, a large, rugged, scarlet colored bag that Aunt Lizzy had given me when I was 10. Tears rushed to my green eyes as I rushed to my bathroom to grab some of my limited amount of toiletries.
Since when do I cry?
The last tears that had rolled down my cheeks had been when I was eight, when Neil broke my Abbey Road album.
Wow it's been ten years.
Wiping away the tears, I seized a makeup clutch and my toothbrush. Being broke, I did not have much to bring with me on this insane plane flight. I wondered if I would have to bring any identification. Brian said that there was someone or something waiting for me. Nonetheless, I would soon be at O'Hare on a random plane to New York City, a land of opportunity that my "beloved" cousins were probably doing illegal science experiments. This thought made me chuckle as I zipped up the worn luggage and started my way to the door when my peripherals caught an object in my closet. My ancient, broken, piece of shit guitar that I didn't even know the company that had produced such a cheap ass instrument. Stroking the busted pick guard, I made the decision to leave it behind, for it was a reminder of my life here.
Closing the door to my old apartment number nine, I ran down the stairs and flagged down a taxi to O'Hare, knowing my life would change forever.
I paid my cabbie, who smelled like a giant fish died, grabbed my suitcase, which luckily hadn't broken yet, and strolled towards the magnificently sized doors. As I pushed through and made my way to the baggage checkout, an all too familiar face stared at me.
"Jane? Is that you?" I exclaimed, rushing towards my long lost friend.
Jane Reid, a tall, strawberry blonde, had been Brian's girlfriend when Aunt Lizzy's health deteriorated. Along with my cousin's lover, she had been my best friend, the one person in my life who completely understood me. Yes, Aunt Lizzy and I were very close, but Jane was the sister I had never had. When Brian brought her home, we clicked immediately. Our shared love of music, along with our sarcastic senses of humor, instantly made us best friends. That is, until Aunt Lizzy's funeral, where she revealed that Brian had proposed and that all three of them, Brian, Neil, and Jane, would be departing Chicago to pursue a better life in New York. Unlike my cousins, she offered to take me, only to have Brian deny me and leave the next day.
"Oh Dani, it is so wonderful to see you!" Jane smiled cheerily, embracing me in her long arms.
"What… what are you doing here?" I looked up into her narrow, pure blue eyes.
A huge grin crept upon her freckled face. "Bri sent me to come get you!"
I couldn't help but smile at her merry attitude. God, I missed her!
"Okay, so what's the plan, Stan?" I cheered, so happy to be with my best friend again.
Her high pitched laugh sounded the crowded airport.
"We have a private plane awaiting us; you don't even have to go through security!" she whispered the last part, making sure no one could hear.
Wondering how this was possible, but not wanting to wait for an explanation, I took her bony hand as she led me to our private plane.
That's fancy…They're probably rich now, probably have a yacht or whatever you call fancy people boats… probably have a nice, elegant mansion with a butler named Jeeves or something like that…
Jane's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Okay! So, there is the plane," she pointed to a tiny, little, baby-sized plane that sat alone on the runway, waiting for us to enter it and fly to the Big Apple.
Nodding my head, she grinned and talked to a skinny young man dressed in a uniform.
Okay, now is time to be incredibly confused. Why am I doing this? Oh yeah, because Brian said I could save two of the greatest musicians of all time. But how? George died of lung cancer for God's sake! What am I going to do, flick cigarettes out of mouth? John… How could one save the great John Lennon? I wonder if…
Once again, Jane's soprano voice disturbed my thought process.
"Our plane is ready to go! Vamanos, mi amiga!" we ran towards an exit, escaping the airport, and rushed up the creaky stairs into our plane.
The second I sat down, I knew that my life would change forever. Looking outside my circular window, I waved good-bye to the city of Chicago, and to the past three years of my life.
