Chapter 5: It's All Happening…. Or Is It?
Disclaimer 1: I do not own The Sounds, nor do I own any music that is featured in this chapter. Thank You.
Disclaimer 2: I don't own ANYBODY…okay? Except for Chris and Emily. Lalalala
Shout-out 1: My friend Lucie, woot woot! Thanks for all the help!! I really couldn't write this story without you…thanks for sending me the end of your story!
Shout-out 2: (Plug for my fave Band) if you don't know about Rooney…go check 'em out! Haha
Happy reading! Xoxo
"Where to?" I asked, walking outside into the bright Connecticut sunshine.
"I don't know, I'm kind of hungry." Mia said, spotting a quiet cafe along one of the bustling streets.
"Okay, cool." I replied, crossing the street and entering hand in hand with Mia.
We both sat down at a table and opened our menus.
"What are you going to have?" I asked, leaning over the table.
"I think a veggie-burger and fries." Mia answered, as the waitress neared our table.
"Anything to drink?" she asked, taking down the order on her small notepad.
"No, thank you," she said, handing the waitress the menu. "Oh look, Michael, it's an Internet cafe!" Mia exclaimed, rushing over to the computers leaving me to order.
I soon followed. "Cool!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Checking my e-mail."
"Oh hey! Aren't you Michael Moscovitz?" a girl about Mia's age asked, coming up to me.
I was shocked. "Um...who's asking?" I replied with a slight chuckle.
"Oh, no reason...I'm just a fan of your band." She replied.
"Really?" I asked, surprised... I didn't know we had any fans.
"Yea."
"How do you know of us."? I asked her again, enticed.
"Well, my best friend lives in New York, and she used to go to Albert Einstein. Last time she visited, she brought your demo along and told me I had to listen to it. Anyways, I did and it's really good," she responded, sitting down next to me and smiling.
"That's awesome! Are you coming to our show tonight?"
"Yea, totally!!" She replied throwing her hands up in the air.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Emily Leigh." She answered, holding out her hand.
I shook it eagerly. "Hey, if you want to, later you can come and hang out with us backstage, I think the other guys will like it."
"Really?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"Yea, I'll put your name on the list."
"Cool! Alright, I have to go it was nice meeting you!" She responded, standing up and leaving the cafe.
I turned back to Mia only to see her staring at the computer screen.
"What's wrong?" I asked, worried. "Mia...Mia?"
"I got an e-mail." Was all she said.
"Oh yea, from whom?"
"My grandmother." She responded blankly.
Uh-Oh, I gulped. "W...What does it say?" I asked hesitantly.
She read out loud. "Dearest Amelia, I cannot believe the deed that you have done! You ran off, with no other person but that boy and his BAND! Honestly, Amelia, what will the country of Genovia think? Also, darling, don't think that I do not know where you are, because I do. That boy's mother and myself are in constant communication, Amelia. You must come back at once, or other consequences will be in order.
With love, your grandmother [Her Royal Highness Queen of Genovia]
A good three minutes had gone by before either Mia or myself could say anything.
"Shit. Since when can Grandmere use a computer?" Mia asked.
"Mia..."
"What, Michael?" She asked, shutting down the computer and turning to me.
"We, uh..." I started. "We have to call your parents."
"They'll make me go back!" She responded, on the verge of screaming. "Michael, I don't want to go home, I want to be with you."
She ran into my arms, and with as much reassurance as I could muster I responded "Don't worry. It'll be okay."
Now if only I could start believing myself.
After lunch was done and paid for, Mia and I strolled down Main Street, enjoying ourselves in between the bustling cars and busy people.
"This is so...perfect." I said, sighing in the warm summer sun.
"I don't want it to end." Mia replied, squeezing my hand tighter and reassuring me that somehow everything would be okay.
My watch beeped. "It's been two hours, we gotta get back in order to make sound check," I said, leading her across the busy intersection back to the club. They entered through the back room, past the hustle and bustle of Lucas, the new roadie, past the dressing rooms for the opening band The Sounds and onto the main stage. Mia couldn't believe how big it looked from up on the stage, it was amazing.
"Hey, no girls in here before the show!" She heard a rude voice yell from the stage door. "You gotta go back with the rest of the people in line."
I stepped in before the guard could yell anymore. "She's with me, she's my girlfriend." I yelled back, pulling a neck tag out of my back pocket and slipping it around her neck. It was a V.I.P. pass that our manager had given me for Mia. "You can go anywhere now." I whispered into her ear as I finished slipping it over her neck. I quickly kissed her as I hurried off to go over the rest of the set list with my band.
Even in between the hustle and bustle of my first show, the e-mail that Mia's grandmother sent her still rested in the back of my mind. I have to call her parents, or else they might take Mia away, I thought as I slipped my yellow guitar around my neck and began tuning it for tonight's show. If they took her away it would be…horrible. I quickly blocked the image out of my mind as I turned to Chris for our annual pep talk.
"So, our first big show." I said turning to face him.
"Can you believe it?" He responded lifting his head. "I mean, how long have we had this band?"
"Since we were thirteen, dude...thirteen." I was in shock, we were on tour, and we were going to record an album. I suddenly remembered a favorite quote of mine, from a favorite movie of the bands.
"3 Minutes! 3 Minutes! You guys better get on stage!" Lucas called out interrupting us.
Chris turned to leave but before he was out the door I stopped him.
"Hey Chris."
"Yea man?" He asked, turning around to face me.
"It's all happening." I said, smiling.
And it was true, for once in my life everything seemed to just...settle. It was all happening.