his cigarette deliberating something, then motioned me to follow, ash from his cigarette fell to the floor as he waved his hand
“Come on, we will settle up”
I followed him to his office, and he handed me a fistful of cash. His age was showing and I was left feeling sympathetic for him. He was a wheeler and a dealer, it was always business with Frank. He sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette off of the nearly burnt out one he just finished. “So there is a festival over in Galliano next month, big names will bring some big crowds. I can get you guys a good slot on the big stage” He looked up for my response.
“Are you our acting agent now? How much will you get if we do?” I asked him with a knowing smile. It is a strange game I play with Frank. I enjoyed haggling with him. What he did not know is that I have a cottage over in Galliano, I was planning on spending at least a month of the summer there and the thought of a festival gig to break it up sounded like fun.
“Maybe I should be your agent, someone has to step up to the plate, you guys would never play a show if I didn’t take care of you”
He was right in a way, we were madly passionate about our music and playing live but we didn’t feel the need to do the big shows often. We jammed every couple of weeks at Brad’s house, it often turned into a party with other friends.
“I’ll talk to the guys about, I’ll see ya Frank”
I pushed open the heavy metal door and stepped into the back alley, there she was. My bike waited for me just as I left her. I had a brief memory of leaving my pedal bike lying down outside the general store as I poured change on the counter for candy. The old bike seemed to summon pleasant memories, it didn’t mind that I left her here. She was old friends with the theater by now.
I fired it up, it was as loud as the devil in this alley. I warmed it up as I always did, with each snap of the throttle it gave a scream. I contemplated my route to my questionable lunch date. The bike hummed along and told me she was ready. Off we went to see Heather.
The little restaurant was charming, I haven’t been there in years. It felt slightly different then I remembered. There was Heather staring at her phone in the corner.
“Hiya”
“hey”
“Seat taken?”
“It is now”
She pushed it out slightly with her foot.
I took the seat and sat down.
“So how are ya feeling” I asked.
“Meh, I’m alright”
A waitress asked if I needed a drink.
“Beer and tomato juice “This was the final step in the revival process.
Heather was lost in her phone, I wondered why she would ask me to hang out if she was just going to stare at her phone.
“Do you still believe in Love” she asked not looking up from her phone.
I felt my pulse increase, this was not good opener, my mind raced and I wondered how I could get out of this.
“I met someone” she said looking up at me.
I relaxed, my heart went back to normal.
“Who’s the lucky guy” I asked
“Don’t flatter yourself Jack it’s not you”
The waitress returned with a pint that was not quite full and a can of tomato juice. I slowly shook the can to tomato juice and responded.
“It’s amazing how easily we can sabotage a good thing by overthinking it”
“I mean is it too late for people like us”
“People like us?”
“In our thirties”
I gave her a look questioning her thinking and poured the tomato juice into the pint.
“What has gotten into you” I asked
“It’s like, through-out your life, slowly things are taken away. First the tooth fairy isn’t real, then Santa, eventually some tells you that you can’t actually be an astronaut, or a movie star. Sometimes I feel that someone is going to pull me to the side and tell me Love is a myth.”
I was drinking my elixir half listening, I put the pint on the table with a bang.
“Why don’t I just kill myself now” I questioned.
“I’m serious Jack”
“If you truly believe love does
“Come on, we will settle up”
I followed him to his office, and he handed me a fistful of cash. His age was showing and I was left feeling sympathetic for him. He was a wheeler and a dealer, it was always business with Frank. He sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette off of the nearly burnt out one he just finished. “So there is a festival over in Galliano next month, big names will bring some big crowds. I can get you guys a good slot on the big stage” He looked up for my response.
“Are you our acting agent now? How much will you get if we do?” I asked him with a knowing smile. It is a strange game I play with Frank. I enjoyed haggling with him. What he did not know is that I have a cottage over in Galliano, I was planning on spending at least a month of the summer there and the thought of a festival gig to break it up sounded like fun.
“Maybe I should be your agent, someone has to step up to the plate, you guys would never play a show if I didn’t take care of you”
He was right in a way, we were madly passionate about our music and playing live but we didn’t feel the need to do the big shows often. We jammed every couple of weeks at Brad’s house, it often turned into a party with other friends.
“I’ll talk to the guys about, I’ll see ya Frank”
I pushed open the heavy metal door and stepped into the back alley, there she was. My bike waited for me just as I left her. I had a brief memory of leaving my pedal bike lying down outside the general store as I poured change on the counter for candy. The old bike seemed to summon pleasant memories, it didn’t mind that I left her here. She was old friends with the theater by now.
I fired it up, it was as loud as the devil in this alley. I warmed it up as I always did, with each snap of the throttle it gave a scream. I contemplated my route to my questionable lunch date. The bike hummed along and told me she was ready. Off we went to see Heather.
The little restaurant was charming, I haven’t been there in years. It felt slightly different then I remembered. There was Heather staring at her phone in the corner.
“Hiya”
“hey”
“Seat taken?”
“It is now”
She pushed it out slightly with her foot.
I took the seat and sat down.
“So how are ya feeling” I asked.
“Meh, I’m alright”
A waitress asked if I needed a drink.
“Beer and tomato juice “This was the final step in the revival process.
Heather was lost in her phone, I wondered why she would ask me to hang out if she was just going to stare at her phone.
“Do you still believe in Love” she asked not looking up from her phone.
I felt my pulse increase, this was not good opener, my mind raced and I wondered how I could get out of this.
“I met someone” she said looking up at me.
I relaxed, my heart went back to normal.
“Who’s the lucky guy” I asked
“Don’t flatter yourself Jack it’s not you”
The waitress returned with a pint that was not quite full and a can of tomato juice. I slowly shook the can to tomato juice and responded.
“It’s amazing how easily we can sabotage a good thing by overthinking it”
“I mean is it too late for people like us”
“People like us?”
“In our thirties”
I gave her a look questioning her thinking and poured the tomato juice into the pint.
“What has gotten into you” I asked
“It’s like, through-out your life, slowly things are taken away. First the tooth fairy isn’t real, then Santa, eventually some tells you that you can’t actually be an astronaut, or a movie star. Sometimes I feel that someone is going to pull me to the side and tell me Love is a myth.”
I was drinking my elixir half listening, I put the pint on the table with a bang.
“Why don’t I just kill myself now” I questioned.
“I’m serious Jack”
“If you truly believe love does
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