Summer, Emily's POV
"I need a beach. Soon." I told my Mom as she sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal.
"Well, your father's off today, so maybe you can convince him to take you. But where is the beach near London?" An idea popped in my head, and I smirked.
"There's always Teignmouth," I mentioned slyly. Mom squinted at me.
"That's a Musey thing, isn't it?" I look at her sarcastically.
"Mom. You should know this by now. Really. Everything is a Muse reference. Everything. And it's just where the boys all moved and where they actually started the band." I said, and Mom threw up her hands.
"Fine, whatever. Get your father ready and we'll go." I squee-d and ran up the stairs to get ready. I picked out a pair of dark denim shorts and a hot pink tank top. I looped my light blue leopard print shawl into the belt loops and got my sandals on. I went into the master bedroom and shook Dad up to tell him what we were doing today. I was answered with unintelligible grumbles, and an "OK, let me get up…"
3 hours later
"We're HE-EEEERRREEEE!" I cried as we got out of the truck. I looked around the sleepy town. "Land of old people and Muse's origin!" I mumbled 'of Symmetry' to myself. I skipped out down the street, towards the sound seagulls and waves.
"Wait!" my mother called and I had to stop. My parents caught up to me and I continued to the sandy dunes. Once there, I raced down to the beach bathroom to change into my bikini. I threw my clothes to my mom and jumped in the water. The cold ocean felt so good against the surprisingly humid day. I stroked a couple of feet farther in, and then swam back so Mom and Dad didn't get over-worried. I was thigh-deep in water, while my dad was calf-deep. I took the opportunity to scoop some water up and throw it at him.
"Hey!" he said when the water hit him. He sloshed over and picked me up, much to my surprise. He was too old for this shit. Then he dunked me in the water. I glugged and gasped for air on surfacing.
"Ha ha," he responded.
1 hour later
We walked into the Manson guitar shop only a little damp. The place was so clean I thought walking into it in this state would contaminate it. I had somehow convinced my parents to go in. Amazing. Then something caught my eye. I realized what it was and ran over, almost slamming into the glass containing it.
"Oh my God…" I muttered. Inside the container was the M1d1 Mirror Manson. The Cracked Mirror Manson. My favorite guitar of ever. I gazed at it, in wonder that I would actually be this close to one of Matt's guitars. Just staring at it, my mom wandered over and asked what it was. I could only manage a "Matt's Manson…" and she had heard enough. Soon after, we left Teignmouth for home.
"Good day?" My father asked me.
"Yeah," I responded. Little did he know.