Chapter 3: Misunderstandings…
Okay, I'm bored. Time to see what everyone else is doing. I walked into the front part of the bus and saw Mom and Carey poring over a set list.
"What's this, mom?" I asked, picking up an official-looking envelope from the table.
"Oh, honey, that's an invitation," said Mom.
"To what?" I asked. I would've looked at the papers inside, but that's not right, and we all know how well I follow orders.
"To a Women in Rock festival," said Mom, handing Carey a stack of songs.
"Uh, mom, I hate to burst your bubble, but they already had one of those. Does Lillith Fair ring a bell?"
"Baby," sighed Mom looking up, "This is a tiny festival. There are only a few acts."
"Then why do it?" I asked.
"Fi," began Carey, "A gig is a gig."
"True," said Mom, swatting at him, "But I feel it's important for women to get together to show what our creativity can produce, song-wise."
"Bad news, Mom," said Jack, who had just walked into the room, "They already had one of those. Don't you remember Lillith Fair?"
I stared at Jack. How could we be so different, yet so completely alike?
"It's a special little thing, Jack," I explained.
"What's special?" asked Annie, bouncing into the room. Damn that girl is peppy! I wonder what she's on?
Mom sighed, "Okay, everybody here now!"
Clu walked into the room, "Hey Mrs. P, what's going on?"
"Okay," said Mom, throwing her arms out, "I am performing in a Women in Rock festival. It is NOT Lillith Fair, but it is similar. That is all!! Now, does anyone have something they would like to say!!?"
Clu elbowed me. "Fi!" he whispered, "Shouldn't we tell them about us?"
"There is no us!!!" I hissed.
"You broke up?" asked Annie, a sympathetic look on her face.
"AUGGHHHHH!!!!!" I cried. When did life get so complicated!?
Okay, I'm bored. Time to see what everyone else is doing. I walked into the front part of the bus and saw Mom and Carey poring over a set list.
"What's this, mom?" I asked, picking up an official-looking envelope from the table.
"Oh, honey, that's an invitation," said Mom.
"To what?" I asked. I would've looked at the papers inside, but that's not right, and we all know how well I follow orders.
"To a Women in Rock festival," said Mom, handing Carey a stack of songs.
"Uh, mom, I hate to burst your bubble, but they already had one of those. Does Lillith Fair ring a bell?"
"Baby," sighed Mom looking up, "This is a tiny festival. There are only a few acts."
"Then why do it?" I asked.
"Fi," began Carey, "A gig is a gig."
"True," said Mom, swatting at him, "But I feel it's important for women to get together to show what our creativity can produce, song-wise."
"Bad news, Mom," said Jack, who had just walked into the room, "They already had one of those. Don't you remember Lillith Fair?"
I stared at Jack. How could we be so different, yet so completely alike?
"It's a special little thing, Jack," I explained.
"What's special?" asked Annie, bouncing into the room. Damn that girl is peppy! I wonder what she's on?
Mom sighed, "Okay, everybody here now!"
Clu walked into the room, "Hey Mrs. P, what's going on?"
"Okay," said Mom, throwing her arms out, "I am performing in a Women in Rock festival. It is NOT Lillith Fair, but it is similar. That is all!! Now, does anyone have something they would like to say!!?"
Clu elbowed me. "Fi!" he whispered, "Shouldn't we tell them about us?"
"There is no us!!!" I hissed.
"You broke up?" asked Annie, a sympathetic look on her face.
"AUGGHHHHH!!!!!" I cried. When did life get so complicated!?
