Okay, so here was the deal. None of us actually knew one song that was the same so we each played (or sang, in my case) the hardest song we knew, just to see our limitations. To put it simply, we rocked! We came up with our set list which was only about four songs since it was only our first gig. We also used Ms. Ellen's computer to print out each person's part. Iggy's sheet was only drums; Fang's was only guitar, stuff like that.
Everyone looked over the songs and we agreed to meet for one hour everyday and the on the weekends up until the gig. The day before the gig though, we would set up and do sound checks.
"Alright guys." I said. "We'll meet up tomorrow at my house around ten until like eight. That okay?" I got nods from everyone. We gathered our things and started walking out but Fang grabbed my arm.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked almost shyly.
"Sure." Ella and Nudge were still within earshot of us so they turned around. I tossed Ella my car keys. "Go wait in the car. I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay." They ran of toward the parking lot. I turned back toward Fang.
"So what's going on?" I asked him.
"I uh, kind of have to leave early tomorrow." He gave a little cough.
"Why?" I asked more seriously.
"I . . . sort of have a, um, date tomorrow."
"With Lissa?" I paused for a second. "What time are you leaving?"
"Like, between six and seven." He said and I let out a sigh.
"Alright. Come on, we got to get home. Don't make a habit of this."
It was pretty stupid of me to schedule a rehearsal the day after I gave out the music sheets. Like seriously, everybody only knew like, the first quarter of the first song. So after we ran through what we all knew, and then we concentrated on our own parts for a little bit.
Fang left early like he said he would. I was happy that he didn't choose a jerk-faced person to go out with. Like I said earlier, Lissa is really nice. I kind of felt hurt though because of the fact that Fang chose to leave his friends to go on a date with someone he just met a couple days ago. Anyway, I was still happy for him; he was already adjusting to living here.
When practice was over, I grabbed my cell phone and texted Fang to stop by my house before he got home. Sometime around ten, I heard a knock on the door and I jumped off the couch. I greeted Fang with a smile and brought him inside.
"So, how'd it go?" I teased him.
"It was . . . nice."
"Did you kiss her?" It was always easier to cut to the heart of the matter. Fang waited a few seconds before answering.
"Yes." More silence. "Well, I got to go before it gets too late. Bye Max." We walked to the door and I hugged him, not taking it for granted. I knew that him having a girlfriend meant that we wouldn't be as close.
I was going to miss him even if he was right next to me.