Two days before the Battle of the Bands, Freddy found him back inside
Clark's Pharmacy to refill his prescription. He didn't tell his mother, but
he had been taking double the recommended amount for his A.D.H.D because he
wanted to concentrate even harder on his drumming. And surprisingly, it
worked. He had never been so focused in his life. And when his mother asked
why his pills ran out so fast, he lied and said that Ricardo, his dog, had
gotten hold of them, slobbered and then urinated on them. A little strange,
but the lie worked.
Fredrick found himself having deja vou as he stood in the obscenely long line. But this time, he was smart enough to leave his mom alone in the line and wandered off to see what there was to do. He found himself in an isle full of magazines. He had just picked up a copy of "Spin" and the spotted a copy of "Maxim" behind it. Freddy looked around, grabbed the second magazine and slipped it into the middle of an article about The Pixies and pretended to be reading it. But before his eyes could get past the small picture of Kate Winslet posed as Rose in "Titanic" before there was a small sound at the end of the isle. The tinkling of key chains. Freddy threw the magazine back into the rack and looked up. It was the insomnia girl. Dolly.
"Hi." Freddy says, shoving his hands into his green and blue plaid pants. There was a pause, and the girl looked up and shakes her hair out of her face. It's the same freckled, small girl that he remembered, only this time she was wearing a shirt that was almost too small for her. It seemed as if she couldn't quite dress correctly.
"Hi." She replies softly, waving her hand. There was another moment of awkward silence. Freddy felt something inside his pocket and fished it out with his fingers. It was a small piece of white paper. She tipped her head and narrowed her eyes at the paper before putting her face back to normal as she saw that Freddy was staring at her.
"Here. I want you to come to this. At least, try to. It's downtown, but my band will be playing there." He handed the paper forward to the small girl.
"A band? A concert, you mean?" She asked, surveying the small flyer and then up to Freddy. Freddy smiled and nodded, running his hands through his hair to spike them up more.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"I'd like that. I'd like to hear your band. I'll try." The girl replied and nodded.
"Really? Good, I mean, cool, awesome, sweet!" He gave her a thumbs up and another smile. She smiled in return. Her teeth were straight, but had braces on them anyway. Freddy opened his mouth to speak again, but then his name echoed over the rows of dog treats and maxi pads.
"Freddy, come on. We're all done." Mrs. Jones's head appeared at the end of the row, and her hand waving at him to get going. Freddy looked at the girl but decided not to say anything. He just walked past her with a parting nod and a smile and walked away, giving a back glance at the "Spin" magazine and what lied beneath it.
Fredrick found himself having deja vou as he stood in the obscenely long line. But this time, he was smart enough to leave his mom alone in the line and wandered off to see what there was to do. He found himself in an isle full of magazines. He had just picked up a copy of "Spin" and the spotted a copy of "Maxim" behind it. Freddy looked around, grabbed the second magazine and slipped it into the middle of an article about The Pixies and pretended to be reading it. But before his eyes could get past the small picture of Kate Winslet posed as Rose in "Titanic" before there was a small sound at the end of the isle. The tinkling of key chains. Freddy threw the magazine back into the rack and looked up. It was the insomnia girl. Dolly.
"Hi." Freddy says, shoving his hands into his green and blue plaid pants. There was a pause, and the girl looked up and shakes her hair out of her face. It's the same freckled, small girl that he remembered, only this time she was wearing a shirt that was almost too small for her. It seemed as if she couldn't quite dress correctly.
"Hi." She replies softly, waving her hand. There was another moment of awkward silence. Freddy felt something inside his pocket and fished it out with his fingers. It was a small piece of white paper. She tipped her head and narrowed her eyes at the paper before putting her face back to normal as she saw that Freddy was staring at her.
"Here. I want you to come to this. At least, try to. It's downtown, but my band will be playing there." He handed the paper forward to the small girl.
"A band? A concert, you mean?" She asked, surveying the small flyer and then up to Freddy. Freddy smiled and nodded, running his hands through his hair to spike them up more.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"I'd like that. I'd like to hear your band. I'll try." The girl replied and nodded.
"Really? Good, I mean, cool, awesome, sweet!" He gave her a thumbs up and another smile. She smiled in return. Her teeth were straight, but had braces on them anyway. Freddy opened his mouth to speak again, but then his name echoed over the rows of dog treats and maxi pads.
"Freddy, come on. We're all done." Mrs. Jones's head appeared at the end of the row, and her hand waving at him to get going. Freddy looked at the girl but decided not to say anything. He just walked past her with a parting nod and a smile and walked away, giving a back glance at the "Spin" magazine and what lied beneath it.
