No Surprise

Four Brothers

Death Sentence

Garrett Hedlund

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3. Santa Monica

"I'd just like to start by saying this was a great show! I really enjoyed it! You guys are great on stage,"she said. She was a reporter for the local scene magazine. It was hard to believe she was a reporter, though. She was an average sized blonde beauty that should have been a model. She had the face of an angel, the lips of a goddess, and eyes that put the galaxy to shame.

"Yeah, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I enjoyed playing it. We were lucky enough to have a really great crowd."

She nodded and looked over to her cameraman standing near the door of the small room that only had two chairs. "Alright, so, My name is Rosalind Moutone and I am joined by The Spares' lead singer and guitarist, Jack Mercer. The Spares just finished up their show here in Santa Monica and it was a smashing success and it sold out! This show was one of the most amazing show I've ever had the pleasure of attending!'

"Thank you. It was a lot of fun. I don't now if we've ever had such an active crowd before. It was amazing!"

"I bet! It must be such a rush to play on stage. What inspired you to start a band and play music?"

"Well, it was a lot things. More than anything it was because I had a lot to say but I didn't have an outlet to do it. When I was eighteen, my mom got me a guitar and a year later I had moved to LA in hopes of making it-or at least playing my heart out."

"Is it fair to say then that your mother changed your life?"

"Definitely, definitely. She has done more for me than anyone has ever done. She is the kindest, most selfless person I have ever met. Without her support and guidance, I wouldn't be doing what I love to do. She really changed my life."

"I'm guessing you're really close to her?"

"Yes, really close. She's the only person in my family I'm really close to. I have a few brothers and we're close but the only thing we all have in common is hockey and Ma." I laughed and she smiled lightly.

"Hockey, huh? Who is your team?"

"Detroit Red Wings!"

"Red Wings! Ouch! Red Wings are killing me this year! I'm a Hurricane fan. I hope we make it the end. I'm praying!" She laughed.

I shook my head. I don't know if she could get much better! "Hurricanes, huh? Well! If you make it to cup then I know you will be beaten! Red Wings are a guaranteed cup! You should switch your team!"

"HA! I like my team, thanks! But, we were talking about your band. So, Jack, what is it that you want to do with your life? What do you hope will happen in the coming times for your band, The Spares?"

I nodded. She was trying to do her job and yet, still...she kept my attention. That's a hard job. "I am hoping that we can finish recording our album. We actually just started because we got a new bassist, so we are working on it. Like any musician, what I want to happen is I want to make a difference to someone...hopefully, I can do that while making The Spares famous. I mean, it's selfish, but it's hard to live and keep doing what you love when you can't pay the rent. I just want everything to round out."

"Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, you can't always be a Saint."

"Wish I could!"

She smiled but didn't directly respond. "So tell me about your album. When do you expect it to be out?"

"Hopefully in the next year but I can't promise anything. We're paying for it out of our own money but it's expensive. An hour of studio time is a couple hundred bucks and we don't record together so it just gets costly quick. And, we're always doing shows. We are literally always working on the album. We, actually, were backstage before the show and we managed to completely write a song and write the music for it. Our lives as rock stars never stops."

"Is it really all sex, drugs, and rock and roll?"

I laughed. I hadn't heard anyone say that since high school. "No, no, it's not. It's about sex, Jack Daniels, and rock and roll!" I laughed again. I was one of two in the band that didn't do drugs. Instead, I just drank until I forgot my name...nightly. It worked for me. I got high enough off of the adrenaline when on stage.

She laughed and smiled at full force. "I guess you get a pretty intense high when you're on stage and have all those girls flocking after you." She was really starting to rub me just the right way. We were on the same wave length! I've never met anyone that can think the way I do.

"You bet! For my reckless years, it definitely is doing me well."

Again, she laughed. She was finally loosing up. "How old are you, Jack?"

"I'm twenty-three. My fuck up years have just begun!"

"Aw, why do you say your fuck up years? I think you're doing pretty well."

"I say it only because I'm still finding myself and I'm making mistakes. I'm not in a relationship, I don't have kids, I don't have any really big responsibilities so I can do whatever I want."

"How long will these years last, exactly?"

I leaned my chin on the palm of my hand. I had to really think about this...it's not something I had thought about before. "That's a good question. I don't really know the answer. I'm going to say...more than likely I would have to say once I find a person worth settling for. I don't know if I'll ever consider myself out of my fuck up years until I do settle and I do put my time and effort into growing up and starting a family. It'll happen one day. It may be sooner than I think. Things happen when you least expect it."

"That's pretty wise. Are you hoping that it is soon?"

I half shook my head, half nodded. "Yes but no. I want good things to happen for my band. I don't think I'm mature enough for kids though! I'm still a kid at heart!" I laughed. I was caught in a rock and a hard place. I couldn't think of a better way to answer the question...or to answer at all.

"I think we all are just a little! At least you can admit it." She glanced over to the cameraman, who was rushing us now. "I think we're out of time. Well, Jack,it was nice to have this opportunity to speak with you. I appreciate you taking time out of your day to come and talk to us."

"Yeah, my pleasure!" I got up as the cameraman turned off the camera and walked out of the room. I stepped forward towards Rosalind and gazed at her. "You know that was a really short interview, if you want to do it again sometime...I could definitely make the time."

"Oh is that so?" She stood up and grabbed her purse off the ground. "Well, Jack, I can give you my card and you can just let me know when that would work for you." She fiddled in her purse before handing her card to me.

"Well, I can right now. If you're free."

She glanced up and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess I have a little bit of time."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I have not."

"Would you like to?"

"Are you asking me out, Jack?"

"Only if you're accepting."

"Yeah, okay." She turned and walked towards the door. I was surprised that she accepted but thrilled at the same time. Something told me that she wasn't going to be an easy one to keep but I think I can handle it. "Lead the way."