I squealed, "What kind of an idea?" I calmed down a little bit.
"Well, how would YOU like to come down to my office and tell me what will you think of becoming a singer in your own band."
"Oh my god!" I jumped up and down like a maniac and realized something, "But what about Phil?"
"I was just about to say that, you see when I said band, I meant, your OWN band. Like choose your songs, your manager and your members."
"But, since you do this for a job, what do YOU want? You have to get money don't you?"
"About that, we'll discuss this matter when you find band members, and a manager. Come by my office sometime," he gave me my card and winked at me, I smiled.
"So, this guy says he will give us an opportunity to be rich and possibly world famous?" Phil asked interrupting some private thoughts I cannot reveal.
I zipped back to reality in a split-second, "I guess so, isn't that a weird job?" I turned to Phil, who was just standing there frozen staring into space. I snapped my fingers in his face to wake him since he was in a whirl-wind of questions, too.
After hours of scrubbing the floor with an area of 400x400 ft. I headed up to my dorm just one block from the auditorium. There in the past, I had made friends with my "neighbors". When I first moved in, I expected to see an ugly room with a bed, refrigerator, desk and whatever ugly dorms had. But it wasn't. It was a cute room with a kitchen! And a bedroom with two beds and a long desk for two! Well, it wasn't all great; it was just one gigantic room. And little did I know that Tia was my roommate. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world! All my friends were here! Including Seth Wosmer!
And the longer I stayed, the more I got to know more people. My "neighbors" invited me to parties and I made a friend that I knew it was destiny to meet each other. He was like Phil's alter-ego! Only, he had blue eyes and lighter hair, I can say, I could have fell in love with him. But for a reason I don't know about, I didn't. I guess it's because of all the years I spent with Phil. Well back to the friend, his name was McLeo. It was a weird name I had to say, but everyone called him Cleo, he knew it was a girl name, but he dreamed about changing his name to Cleo in court. Like when he read a book about a girl whose name was Bo, but changed her name to Demetrius but everyone called her Didi.
Cleo was a cool guy like Phil, always laughing and having a good time. His style was even good I had to say. Cleo was the rock and roll type; he wore his hair in spikes, small ones though. He wore long pants whenever he could, and always wore layers, like Jesse McCartney. Well, I guess he wasn't so rock and roll, but he's rock and roll enough for me.
I met up with Cleo along the way to my dorm, "Hey Lee!" Another thing, like Phil, he gave me a cute nickname, "I'm off to this place to get an ear pierced! Want to come?"
"No thanks, I've been held hostage for 3 hours in my class. I need some rest maybe Phil will go."
"Cool, see you later Lee!"
I smiled, he can do crazy things.
Up in my dorm, I wrote down a list of names I could have in my band:
Phil (duh; drums of course)
Maybe Tia (she works with the keyboard all the time)
Seth (Can he play electric guitar?)
Me (of course)
Cleo (does he play an instrument?)
Angela (maybe too Goth, but I don't want to be a labeler, maybe she has some instrument)
Sam (does a saxophone qualifies?)
Karen (hmmm…)
Andy (he's good with bass)
Since I had lots of names, I decided tryouts. So I made flyers and posted them on doors, walls, trees, and people, too! I must have been crazy!
As days went buy people had called me 24/7 about tryouts, asking me for the music notes I made. Lots of people played more than guitar so I stayed up all night looking for music notes on the internet. What made me kept going was my thirst for fame in the future, finally, I had a chance to show off my talents! All that I had worked for was finally here!
I held music tryouts at my old high school H.G. Wells. It was a great place since the gym was free and it was big. I was the "judge" and I practiced trying to keep a straight face during my songs.
The first person who came in was Phil, my friend, my best friend, came! And only have I discovered that he could sing a few days ago! "Hey Keel, just came to tryout," He pushed in his drum equipment into the familiar gym. And did a slow beat to this poem I found. I wanted everyone to look at the poem and make it a song. I purposely got a short poem so I wouldn't have to sit there for hours.
Nature's first green is gold… Here he did a soft solo…
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
I tried to not stand up and clap like a moron since he did so good, so it took all my strength to just smile at him and take a couple of notes. Next was Tia, but she was reluctant to sing my poem. And I knew it was the rules but I just let her, hoping it wouldn't be so long.
She stood a keyboard in front of me and started to sing a song we heard in 5th grade.
Joy to the world…I thought she was singing a Christmas song, and it was really good, even through the next few bits.
Barbie's dead,
We barbecued her head…
She sped up a bit here… Don't worry about the body,
We flushed it down the potty!
And round and round it goes,
And round and round it goes.
And ro-ound and round and round it goes.
When she curtsied and left, I couldn't help but snicker.
The tryouts took longer than expected, all were good and I knew this would be a tough decision. And I knew it wasn't fair, but I chose my friends, it sounds selfish and unfair. But won't I have trouble getting along with other people I didn't know about? Make them sing songs about some of my private life? No way. And what made my day even longer; I had to send letters to everyone saying if they were in or out! Blah! I was so tired that day!
The next day, Phil, Tia, Cleo and Seth hugged me and thanked me all day! They were so excited, and it made me feel guilty about the other kids who tried out.
"So like when will we meet this Mr. Arnold man Keely?" Seth said loudly.
"Yeah, when will we become rich and famous?"
"Guys, guys," Phil held out his arms, "Keely specifically said that we will meet up with him next Saturday, she is very busy and tired now, so why don't we back off a little and give her some space?"
I sighed a sigh of relief, Phil can read minds!
"But I have one question Keely," Phil said walking me to class, "Who's going to be our manager?"
"I'll call her tonight and see if she accepts."
That night…
I flipped my flip phone and dialed hoping she would pick-up I knew she would be right for this part. When someone answered; I was overjoyed, because this would be her best day of her life…
"Pim…"
A/N: I know, who would choose Pim? Well, Pim was included in this story and I wanted her to be in here. That poem wasn't made by me, it was made by Robert Frost and the poem is called Nothing Gold Can Stay. I really like that poem and I thought it would be good. And when I said a 400x400 ft, I think it's 160,000 ft. I'm not so good at math so don't yell at me on how big or how small that is. Thanks for the comments by the way!
