"Did you pick what we're opening with?" Spied asked from the chair in the rehearsal space. They had picked Jude up from the airport five hours ago, and they had two days to pick her lineup and rehearse before their first show.
"Huh?" Jude asked being pulled from her thoughts, her silent phone in her hand. She had been waiting, wanting to hear from him, but nothing. It had been days, and she would be lying to herself if she said she didn't want to see him at the airport. She had hoped he would be the one to pick her up, but she knew it was useless. Was a year to long? There were so many times she wanted to take the silver twist tie off and throw it away, destroy it. But she couldn't give up hope.
"The opening song, dude." Speid tossed a guitar pick at him. "Pull it together."
"Sorry, umm…" she sighed and threw her phone towards the bed. She didn't want to think about the phone, she couldn't think about Tommy. "Let's open with this one." She handed him the sheet music.
"I love this one." Kyle said looking over her shoulder, "It's so much fun to play."
"Then it's the perfect opener." Speid nodded, "Let's try it."
Jude watched as all the boys took their places in the small space they had so often played in. She smiled as they started to play, nodding her head to the tune.
Right right, turn off the lights
We gonna lose our minds tonight
What's the dealio?
I love when it's all too much
5 AM turn the radio up
Where's the rock and roll?
Party crasher, panty snatcher
Call me up if you are gangsta'
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!
Slam slam oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand?
Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already)
Can't stop coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now (so fuckin' on right now)
Party crasher, penny snatcher
Call me up if you a gangsta'
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass!
Oh shit my glass is empty...
that sucks !
So if you're too school for cool (I mean...)
And you're treated like a fool (treated like a fool)
You could choose to let it go
We can always, we can always
party on our own...
So raise your (Aw fuck)
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be never be!
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on! and come on! and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass
Won't you come on! and come on! and
Raise your glass
For me
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass...for me*
As the song came to an end Jude could feel it all click together. She scrambled to wrote down the set list, each song scribbled on a napkin. She smiled as she turned and looked back at the boys, Speid looking at his finger placement, and Wally and Kyle instructing him.
"It's perfect." She smiled at them. It was easy to push Tommy from her mind and let her music take over, it was what she had done when she had first left Toronto, and it was what she needed to do to make it through the next seven months.
*P!nk Raise Your Glass