You have Christine; JackPhillipsGirl to thank for this chapter. Simeon is watching a football game, but he's cheering for the wrong team!! He, I, or her does not own the rights to these characters and show. Now enjoy!
I really need a haircut. I'm so sick of it! I don't even blow-dry my hair anymore, which you may or may not have been suspicious of. It just sort of hangs there, and it's all dried up and multi-colored due to too many dye jobs. I really thought that Lona or Lola or whatever Annie's Jamaican friend's name was, would have done a better job with her free "trim". But I watched her the whole time and she never even touched my hair! She just moved the scissors around to give the illusion of the detachment of hair. Annie's friends are crooks! And she has so many of them that it's ridiculous. I swear if we have to take one more detour to visit another friend of Annie's from her "old life", I'm going to scream. How many more could she possibly have?! At this rate the tour will drag on for years.
Oh, God, not the tour. First of all, I'd like to know why the back of our bus still reads "Molly Phillips Tour 2000" when 2000 has been over for ten months. Really, we have enough money to slap a 1 on there. And also what's up with that old promotion picture we still use sometimes? That's from two years ago! That was taken back when my hair looked nice! But I really don't want to get on that subject again.
There are many things I've wondered about since Annie joined the tour, actually. Things I can't explain. No, not unexplainable like Fi's paranormal stuff, just unexplainable in the way that, for example, I'm suddenly allergic to cats. Jack and Fi used to have a cat and I was fine, but then one day I had the epiphany that I've always been allergic to cats. And also, did you know that I used to be dyslexic? Neither did I, but apparently, I am. I hope you know what dyslexia is, because I've already explained it to Annie fifty plus times and she still doesn't "get it". The girl must have the brain capacity of a peanut; she really shocks me sometimes. I also had similar amnesic responses to memories concerning Rick and me. Like, where did we first meet? When exactly did I first see him? Oh, what difference does it make? I change my mind every day. Maybe I need Fi back to get those thoughts churning again. I used to be so depressed all the time but now I'm all giddy and happy. Don't ask me how it happened.
Well, I think I know the answer anyway. Annie did it! It's like she's rubbing off on me; how much scarier can you get? I liked my cynical angsty self but Annie killed that part of me. Suddenly I had the desire to sing ridiculous pop songs in which I repeat the same five words over and over and over and over. As long as Carey's still on stage with me, I guess. Or, worse yet, I sing back up for Annie! At a science fair! At a small Colorado school! On the weekend! I still can't believe that I've managed to sink to Annie's level. What a way to kiss my career and hopes of being recognized as a serious musician goodbye!
Believe it or not, there is one good thing that came out of this. His name is Carey Bell. Unless you're a total idiot, then you've seen the obvious attraction between us ever since he joined the tour well over a year ago. It has recently developed into more. What can I say? After Annie bounced along, I found myself slipping out of the spotlight and saw it shining down on her. I was getting bored with nothing to do besides watch her get all the attention, so I decided that it was time to make things "interesting" between Carey and me. Hence those numerous and increasingly obvious hints you've been witnessing lately. There's got to be something to keep the momentum going, right? Obviously there's a lot we can't let you see… if you catch my drift…
I guess all I really want is for my mind to be what it used to. Come on, muse! Show me how to play those rocker tunes! Remind me what Rick was like, and keep reminding me what life was like when Fi was around. And please, next time—could I forget about Annie permanently?!