Our story picks up, for those who care, only the afternoon after it left off. Louis was down in his basement working out the frustration of the day on the skins of his drum set. This had been going on for about twenty minutes and his arms were getting tired. He rang on the symbols a bit and stamped out on the bass before hitting down hard on the snare. So hard that he broke his sticks and thus was forced to quit.
Else where, Alan Twitty was about to have an upset in his day. He was still at school looking for his girl. He hadn't talked to her all day and he hoped that nothing was wrong.
He finally caught glimpse of a strong female body under the bleachers near the track. She was sitting up on the railing and a older looking Latin guy was at her knees. The were laughing and just generally playing around. The were talking in Spanish. He didn't even knew that she knew Spanish.
" Así pues, dígame sobre este muchacho que el su fechar," the boy said.
"Bien, él es el más grande. Podía estar parado para endurecer encima de un pedacito, pero de un músico realmente grande," Randy replied.
"Bueno. La muchacha cantante en ese grupo con usted es mucho caliente," the boy said.
"Sí y muy confuso. Ella piensa los brillos del sol fuera del extremo de mi primo." Randy said and they both laughed.
"Bien, tengo ir el pequeño. Le veré más adelante en el ángel," He said.
" Okay. Bye Mario," She said as the reached the outside.
"Randy?" Twitty yelled.
" Oh hey," the Floridian yelled as she waved with one hand and shielded her eyes with the other.
"Who was that?" he asked her
" Mario Gomez," she said, "Why?"
"Well, just to make sure I'm in the safe zone here," he said.
" What do you mean?" she said, starting to get a bit angry, even though he was only playing.
" Just so I can know what guys are macking on my girl," he kidded. She stopped and turned to him, inches from his face, and gave an uninviting look.
" Your girl, huh?"
" Yeah," he said in an up beat way.
" I don't see why the hell you think you would have anything to worry about. There's nothing special about me," she turned and began to walk away again, Twitty hot on her heels, " I'm playing the Fire Club tonight, incase you care,"
"Of course I do, and with who?"
" Some friends. Just doing some originals and some covers, its no big deal. Come if you want, don't if you don't. I'll see you around," Randy said without a lot of emotion and walked off, leaving Alan with is mouth open in confusion and his heart on the ground.