The Boyfriend Bet (LDS Fiction) by Rebecca Lynn Clayson Page B
Authors: Rebecca Lynn Clayson
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wasn’t everything, but school and getting good grades to prepare for a good career should take priority right now.
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Using the address that Jonathan had given us, we walked up to the steps of the house at about 8:15 pm. It was a warm evening and the house windows were open. Through the open windows, we could hear the band playing. There was a note on the front door that said " Come on in, we're downstairs. "
Kendra opened the door and I followed her in. It was a typical bachelor pad with retro-70’s style couches in the front room, a giant television, and a few videogame systems. The only thing lacking was the piles of dirty clothes and fast food wrappers.
As we walked through the front room, I had to admit that I was slightly impressed at how clean and tidy the room appeared, especially considering the fact that a bunch of guys lived in the house.
We followed the sound of the music through the kitchen, to a set of stairs. As I set down the plate of cookies on the kitchen table, I heard them playing "Sweet Home Alabama." The band was pretty good! Based on the sound, I was guessing that there were a few acoustic guitars, a bass guitar, and a drum set. I remembered that Jonathan played the drums; it would be fun to see him in action.
We walked down the stairs into the basement and found ourselves in a big room with the band set up at the opposite end. The main lights in the room were turned off, but there were a few dim lamps in the corners and someone had hung several strands of Christmas lights around the ceiling for mood lighting.
There were other people sitting around listening to the music, and I looked around the room trying to find a place to sit. There was an empty couch against the wall near the lead singer so I headed that direction.
I hadn't gotten a good look at the band members yet, because I was too distracted looking for a seat. So, as I walked over to the couch, I looked up to see if I could find Jonathan in the dimly lit room.
My eyes skimmed past the back of a blond-haired guy playing guitar and singing lead, and I found Jonathan's short brown hair in the back of the group, surrounded by the drum set.
But wait... something seemed familiar about that blond hair. My eyes immediately moved back to the lead singer, just as the song was coming to an end. He turned toward me and …I couldn't believe it. Patrick was standing there right before my eyes!
I suddenly felt flustered and excited all at the same time. Excited because it was Patrick, and flustered because I was so distracted with finding a seat and saying hi to Jonathan that I didn't immediately recognize Patrick standing in front of me in the dimly-lit room.
His voice sounded great in front of the band, and it was obvious that he was a talented musician.
Kendra must have noticed him at the same time, because as we sat down she grabbed my elbow and whispered in my ear, "You have more luck than anyone else that I know!"
By this point, the song had finished up, and those of us who were there to listen started clapping. As the clapping quieted down, Patrick leaned into the microphone, "It looks like we have a few more people here to listen to our rehearsal. Thanks everyone for coming, the songs are a little rough since we've only been playing together for a few weeks, but we're hoping to have them pulled together before our show."
The band started into the next song, a John Mayer song that had been quite popular on the radio. As I listened to the song, I noticed how comfortable Patrick was behind the microphone. He sang with ease, and his voice was silky smooth. It seemed so natural for him to be the lead singer in a band.
I tried not to stare at him for too long, so I made it a point to look around at the other members of the band. Patrick was singing lead and playing guitar, to the right of him was his red-headed roommate Sean who was also playing guitar and singing harmony. The bass guitarist was to Patrick's right; he was a little
*****
Using the address that Jonathan had given us, we walked up to the steps of the house at about 8:15 pm. It was a warm evening and the house windows were open. Through the open windows, we could hear the band playing. There was a note on the front door that said " Come on in, we're downstairs. "
Kendra opened the door and I followed her in. It was a typical bachelor pad with retro-70’s style couches in the front room, a giant television, and a few videogame systems. The only thing lacking was the piles of dirty clothes and fast food wrappers.
As we walked through the front room, I had to admit that I was slightly impressed at how clean and tidy the room appeared, especially considering the fact that a bunch of guys lived in the house.
We followed the sound of the music through the kitchen, to a set of stairs. As I set down the plate of cookies on the kitchen table, I heard them playing "Sweet Home Alabama." The band was pretty good! Based on the sound, I was guessing that there were a few acoustic guitars, a bass guitar, and a drum set. I remembered that Jonathan played the drums; it would be fun to see him in action.
We walked down the stairs into the basement and found ourselves in a big room with the band set up at the opposite end. The main lights in the room were turned off, but there were a few dim lamps in the corners and someone had hung several strands of Christmas lights around the ceiling for mood lighting.
There were other people sitting around listening to the music, and I looked around the room trying to find a place to sit. There was an empty couch against the wall near the lead singer so I headed that direction.
I hadn't gotten a good look at the band members yet, because I was too distracted looking for a seat. So, as I walked over to the couch, I looked up to see if I could find Jonathan in the dimly lit room.
My eyes skimmed past the back of a blond-haired guy playing guitar and singing lead, and I found Jonathan's short brown hair in the back of the group, surrounded by the drum set.
But wait... something seemed familiar about that blond hair. My eyes immediately moved back to the lead singer, just as the song was coming to an end. He turned toward me and …I couldn't believe it. Patrick was standing there right before my eyes!
I suddenly felt flustered and excited all at the same time. Excited because it was Patrick, and flustered because I was so distracted with finding a seat and saying hi to Jonathan that I didn't immediately recognize Patrick standing in front of me in the dimly-lit room.
His voice sounded great in front of the band, and it was obvious that he was a talented musician.
Kendra must have noticed him at the same time, because as we sat down she grabbed my elbow and whispered in my ear, "You have more luck than anyone else that I know!"
By this point, the song had finished up, and those of us who were there to listen started clapping. As the clapping quieted down, Patrick leaned into the microphone, "It looks like we have a few more people here to listen to our rehearsal. Thanks everyone for coming, the songs are a little rough since we've only been playing together for a few weeks, but we're hoping to have them pulled together before our show."
The band started into the next song, a John Mayer song that had been quite popular on the radio. As I listened to the song, I noticed how comfortable Patrick was behind the microphone. He sang with ease, and his voice was silky smooth. It seemed so natural for him to be the lead singer in a band.
I tried not to stare at him for too long, so I made it a point to look around at the other members of the band. Patrick was singing lead and playing guitar, to the right of him was his red-headed roommate Sean who was also playing guitar and singing harmony. The bass guitarist was to Patrick's right; he was a little
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