Chapter 2. Haha. i loved writing this one
2. Why Didn't They Tell Me?!
We took a cab to our new apartment and after being settled for a while, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson took me to Lightning Records.
"Mum, Dad, you're here!" called someone from behind us. An utterly-familiar-voiced someone. With an utterly familiar accent.
When I turned to see who it was, I saw a tall, lanky boy with jet black hair and green eyes. He looked utterly familiar, too. Like someone I have a poster of back home.
He looked utterly like someone I have a major crush on, but never dreamt of meeting.
No, he just can't be.
"Nessie, let me introduce you to our son, Caleb," Mrs. Jameson said.
Wow, his name's familiar too.
"Caleb? As in, Caleb James?" I can't help but ask. Any moment now, I will faint.
"Yup. Caleb James is his screen name."
"Did . . . didn't you play Bradley Murray in Star Light, Star Bright?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Oh. Em. Gee," I said, exaggerating the three-letter expression into three sentences.
Dad shook his head as he read my thoughts. Oh my freaking gosh! Their son was, like, my major crush! If I didn't have enough sanity, I would've screamed . . . and probably fainted.
"Dad told me you'd be recording an album," Caleb said in his accent. Crap, I so love that accent.
"Uh . . . y-yes," I replied. "I'm Nessie," I added, shaking his hand.
"Well, Nessie, welcome to Lightning Records," he said flashing a smile. Oh my GOSH, I could just swoon on the spot.
"I'm sorry, she's just a bit star struck, that's all," Dad said for me.
A bit? I thought. Isn't that an understatement?
"So we'll leave you two for a while," Mr. Jameson said. Caleb, you try teaching Nessie some things in the recording studio. I'll take Mr. and Mrs. Masen for a tour.
And they left.
Crap. I was alone with my major crush. Crap. And I'm already engaged and he can't know. Crap.
"Okay, so this is the recording studio," Caleb said as we entered a dim room that had a few controls in it. I still couldn't say anything. "Um, Nessie, if you would . . . like to say anything, you're free to do so. If you'd like to laugh . . . or . . . really, anything.
"Anything?" I asked again.
"Mm-hmm."
I took another deep breath and blew it out as a whistle. Then, I began blabbing.
"Well, it's just that ever since I watched Star Light, Star Bright, I've had a major crush on you," I explained. "And, well, I'm just sort of freaking out, I guess, that I'm meeting you and for gosh sakes, talking to you. I'm just totally star struck."
He looked at me for a minute. "Done?" he asked. Then we both doubled over, laughing.
"Okay, I'm so putting that major crush thing away and pretend like this just didn't happen," I said.
"Yeah, we'll be hanging out a lot now so, let's go with that," he agreed. We shook hands once again.
"So this is where it all happens, huh?" I asked.
"Pretty much, yeah," he replied. "But you should know about it, shouldn't you? Mum told me you recorded an album when you were in high schools."
"I did, but it was just done on the computer."
"Oh," he replied. "You want to try recording a song? Just so you could be familiar with it."
"Sure," I agreed.
We went to the other room. This one had fabric walls, floors and even ceilings.
"The fabric absorbs the sound instead of bouncing it back like on hardwood. Makes the song sound clear," he explained. "You write your own songs?" he asked, spotting my guitar.
"Oh, yeah," I replied nonchalantly.
"What else do you play?" he pressed on.
"Uh . . . piano, flute, violin, bass guitar . . . oh, and I make a mean beat on the drums," I said.
"Wow, you're one talented person."
"Thanks."
He pulled up a stool and made me sit in front of the microphone. Then, he put a headset around my neck.
"When you see the red light go on, put on the headphones," he instructed. "And when I give you the thumbs-up, you began singing, okay?"
"Yep." I waited for his signals and then sang "I Miss You." Yeah, it's crazy, but I already miss Jake terribly.
"Brilliant," he said when I went back to the control room." Let's listen to it."
Wow, it did sound better. Halfway through the song, however, Mr. Jameson popped his head inside.
"I know you two are having a wonderful time, Cale, but Nessie and her brother have to go," Mr. Jameson said. Boy, that felt weird.
"Oh, okay," Caleb said. "I'm sorry; I forgot that you just flew in. You're probably tired."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I had an awesome time."
"Wait, can I get your number?" he asked. I agreed and we swapped phones.
"See you tomorrow, probably," I said. I was definitely going to.
"Sure." I waved goodbye and headed to the cab.
Wow. I have my major crush's phone number. And he had mine. And we're officially friends!
In case you're wondering, Star Light, Star Bright is a book I wrote for my journalism class. I'll post it on Fiction Press :)