March 3rd, 2002.
"God damn it Leo! How fucking stupid can you be!?"
"Don't blame this on me! I'm sick of all your bullshit." I stood there becoming invisible next to the speaker again, staring down at my guitar. I hated to get in the middle of Leo and Marc's arguments they were usually both wrong but telling them that would open the gates of hell. I can't even remember what sparked this newest battle of wits, I doubt I'd ever figure it out. No one ever could, not even Marc or Leo. Thomas was in the back of the room sitting Indian style on the floor staring off into space, just thinking. I admired his ability to remove himself from any situation and just live in his mind, I wish I could do that.
"Hey Cares!" Marc shouts over to me. I hate being called Cares it sounds degrading and childish, but no one cares about my feelings in the matter.
"Yeah?" I answer still pretending that I'm admiring
my guitar.
"Hellllo? Earth to Carey! Wake up!" I often wonder
does Leo have any idea of how annoying he is, or does it just happen and he
actually believes his behaviors and actions are up to par according to society
standards? One of life mysteries.
"Are you guys ready to continue with the rehearsal?" I ask them.
"Ding ding ding ding!" Leo replies at the same moment Thomas drags himself off of the floor and stands in front of the center microphone. Marc begins the countdown on the drums to start the music. Leo stands on the other side of the room from me strumming on his bass. The song starts, the same song I could play forward, backwards, middle to the end and back to the beginning, the song that would always be drilled into my brain like the alphabet is. Watching Thomas sing and his serve lack of elation I know he feels the same way. Sometimes I can hardly believe I quit Molly's band for this.
The first few months with The Horse Riddles had been a wonderful experience that I'm glad to have experienced. I learned a lot about myself, bettered myself as musician, and did a lot of growing. Experiences I could never experience with Molly Phillips and the family fun tour! Not that I'm not grateful for everything she and the rest of band gave to me. Just I had to move on with my life, and peruse my real dreams.
At first I kept in close contact with my parents, the Phillips, the whole grew and everyone else contected to that life. Soon with our traveling and their shows it was becoming harder and harder. It's been seven months since I have heard from any of them and vice versa. I don't really regret any of it though I still believe The Horse Riddles will be my true ticket to fame.
"Marc! What the hell are you doing!?" Leo screams his voice blaring all over the room because of the microphone standing right in front of him. Another argument breaks out, Thomas retreats back to the floor, and I fiddle around with the strings. They might be my true ticket to fame and glory but it was sure becoming one hell of a ride!