I lie lazily on my couch, my gaze set on the phone. I wait desperately for it to ring, I want to bound up and answer the damn phone. I want to hear Ali's sweet voice on the other end. I want so many things, but I can'th have. I guess it's just something I've got used to. But this longing pain only grows as the minutes drag by and the phone stays silent. I try to distract myself with TV and my guitar, but nothing works. Suddenly, the phone rings. I bound into the living room and seize up the phone with my right hand, checkking my watch with my left.
"So, did you get it?" I ask, my voice slightly hoarse from all the wailing I was doing moments before. It's almost as if I begin to feel her smiling through the phone at me.
"I got it! I'm gonna be on glee!"