Chapter 4
On the way to Philadelphia, Bam asked, "Well, are you guys gonna tell me why Eric quit?"
"His dumbass wants to play the piano and shit." Paul said.
"Yeah, the next Alicia Keys." Sami joked. They laughed.
"Wouldn't that be some haggard shit if he played the piano instead of the bass?" Keith asked.
"Yeah, oh my God, yeah!" Sami replied.
"Well, we're almost there." Bam said, after Close Yet Far was finished playing.
"Like, 10 minutes? That's how long we have." Sami said, looking at her watch.
"No, ten seconds." Bam turned his turn signal on and turned into a big parking lot.
"Oh." They got out of the car and walked into the big building and Deron immediately saw them.
"Sup, guys?" he said.
"Nothing? Where do we go?" Keith asked.
"Upstairs. But first, I want you to meet the guy who brought you here." Deron turned around and pointed at a man walking toward them. It was Brandon.
"Hey, Brandon Yammile! What'cha doing here?" Sami greeted him. He was introduced to them after they opened for CKY.
"Sami? Is that you? My, how you've grown." he said, always smiling that happy-no-matter-what smile.
"I'm 14 now. You remember Keith and Paul, right?"
"Yep. Hey, where's that other tall boy who played electric keyboard and bass?" he asked, looking around.
"He quit. He wants to become a piano player." Brandon started snickering.
"Piano player?" he repeated.
"What's wrong? It's really not that funny." Paul said after Brandon had been laughing for about 5 minutes.
"Oh, excuse me, guys." Brandon walked away. Deron walked up behind him.
"Your interview starts in like 3 minutes. I suggest you get ready?" he said.
"Yeah, okay." We all walked up to our make-up rooms.