Childhood Friends

4

We've been touring for about 4 weeks now and our next show will be at the Hollywood bowl. The band and I haven't been talking since Jimmy and Bonzo were arguing. All they did was giving me confusing looks and go out of my way.
What did I do wrong?!
I haven't been thinking about anything else which is why I don't get a lot of sleep lately. It's 4 a.m and I'm still awake because the boys are having a party. Again.
Every time I meet them somewhere they just stop talking and watch me until I'm gone. To be honest, it hurts a bit because I really like them. On the other side, I'm angry because they won't tell me what's going on. I have enough!
Should I crash their party and confront them? Maybe they'd tell me because they're probably drunk. But they could also be really upset because I just crashed their party.
I just feel really lonely. I barely talked to anybody in the past few weeks and it drives me crazy! I'm overthinking this whole situation and made up the worst reasons why they aren't talking to me. I'm driving myself insane. It's probably nothing too bad.
I feel how I slowly fall asleep.
Suddenly someone knocks at my door.
„ Who is it and what do you want?" I'm asking annoyed and sleepy because someone just woke me up.
„ It's Daniel, a Roadie. I just wanted to say that we already set everything up without you because you didn't show up."
I open my eyes and look at my clock
1:43 p.m.
„ Fuck. I'm sorry I overslept. I'm just having a rough time. I owe you something."
I shout.
I get up and get ready because I'll go talk to the band now. Let's just hope this goes well.

I stand in front of Jimmy's door and knock.
No answer.
I knock again.
„ Go.... Away...."
I hear somebody say. It sounds like they just woke up deine a coma.
I decide to go in anyways. I open the door and can't believe my eyes. I just start laughing.
The boys are all together sleeping in Jimmy's bed and they are cuddling. On the floor are some passed out people but I just decide to ignore them.
„ Look at you. The members of Led Zeppelin cuddling." I say and chuckle.
Robert gives me a death stare and falls back asleep.
This is ridiculous. I have to take a picture!
I take out my Polaroid camera and take a picture of them. They are going to hate me! It doesn't seems like I can talk to them now, so I go back to my room again.
I fall into my still warm bed and fall asleep. This is exactly what I need.

Knock, knock, knock.
„What do you want?!" I ask angrily.
„ It's Jimmy. Can I come in?"
I get up and open the door.
„ What's up? If it's about me not helping to set up the equipment, I'm sorry but I haven't been sleeping since you-"
„ Y/N this is not what I wanted to talk about. Can I finally come in?"
I open the door more so he can come inside.
He sits down on the brown leather couch and lights a cigarette.
„ So why are you here? Are you guys finally talking to me again? I mean I haven't talked to anyone in like 2 and a half weeks!" I say.
„ Yes and we're very sorry about that."
We both stand there in an uncomfortable silence and avoid eye contact. I finally decide to break the silence.
„ So why are you here?" I ask shyly.
He takes another drag of his cigarette.
„ Well I got a bit curious... I want to know more about your childhood. For example, tell me more about that James guy from your childhood. Maybe I know him...."
„ Uhm okay... James had dark, wavy hair and hazel eyes. He also was very tall. We knew each other since first grade and we're best friends. He used to play guitar while I was singing. We even wrote our own songs! He was a big fan of Presley and The Beatles.
On my 14th birthday he moved to London. We stayed in contact until 1960 and since then I haven't heard anything from him. "
I look at my feet and tears fall down.
„ Anyways, I barely know anything about you. Tell me something about you." I say and wipe the tears away.
He looks a bit nervous and uncomfortable.
„ Where do I start? I started playing guitar when I was 12. I can't sing. My band mates are my best friends. I love Jack Daniels. The others also like to call me Pagey, because my surname is Page."
He says.
„ Jimmy Page?" I ask.
„ Don't tell me you've never heard my name" he chuckles.
„ No I didn't." I say.
„ Is Jimmy your real name or just a nickname?" I ask.
„ It's just a nickname. My real name is James Patrick Page. "
I can feel my face go pale. My mind goes blank. This can't be true!
„ You can't be serious! Let me guess: That's the reason why you were acting weird and ignored me! You knew about it all the time and you didn't tell me!" I say angrily.
„ Y/N I'm sorry but I didn't want to ruin anything and I didn't know how you'd react. You almost found out when you found me and Bonzo arguing backstage."
„ The whole band knew about it And you didn't tell me? Just leave my room!!"
I get up and open the door.
„ Leave!"
„ Y/N just let me explain I-"
„ If you don't go, I'll go."
I run out of the room and slam the door.
Bastards.