The Bricks: it's all coming together now

After the Wall

She stared out as the sun rose, peaking out through the horizon. She'd stayed up all night again.

Thinking.

Thinking about things that don't matter. Oh well, looks like I'll be falling asleep at work again she thought might as well get something to eat.

She went downstairs, but this time.. she didn't see her mother, or roger, or anyone for that matter.

Breann was completely alone.

Alone in a town no one has heard of, working part time at a diner. It wasn't exactly a dream job, but it put food on the table.

Sometimes she'd write poems for the town newspaper, earning her some extra cash.

She slipped on her uniform that hugged her tiny little body, she put her hair in a bun and looked at herself.

Oh Breann, you really let yourself go. She smoothed her skirt, as always, was oblivious to the beauty she had.

Roger took a lot from her.

Roger.

His name made her stomach curl, and when the wall came out it completely blew up. Everywhere you would go there was pink floyd.

Not in the town of Hera england, no.

Hera was an old school town, where people played banjos instead of listening to the radio, and read the paper instead of watching TV.

It was indeed the perfect hideout for her. She hadn't talked to anyone in months. It had been about a year since she left roger, and what a year it has been for her.

The last person she talked to was her mother, who was going well. She was getting married in three months and offered to pay Breann's ticket, she said she would think about it.

She didn't want to go but it was her mother.

Breann walked into the sad, dingy diner that smelled like coffee and old soup.

"Hey Breann, how are you? Can i take your coat?" Frank, the guy she worked with asked.

He was always so friendly to her, making it obvious he liked her. They were the same age, and his dad even owned the diner.

Little shakers was the name. "Thanks, but I'm fine for now."

"Been a slow day." He shook his head and begin to wipe a table.

"Its a slow day everyday frank." She was reading a magazine while behind the counter.

"Al catches you slackin' off you're in trouble."

"Yeah, well he's not gonna."

"You sure?" He motioned behind her, she turned to see a short, bald, wrinkled man with his arms crossed.

The very displeased Al.

"Hey dad." Frank said continuing to wipe the table.

"Don't you have a job to do?" Al said to breann.

"Uh, yes sir."

"Then why aren't you doing it?"

"Well, uh.. you see there, there's no one in here right now so I uh, I thought I could-"

"Take a quick break? Sneak some pleasure into work? Hm? Well, sweetheart you're costing ne money, so shape up or ship out!" He disappeared in the back.

"Told you."

"Kiss ass." She threw a paper ball at him.

"Hey! Haha what's this" he unfolded the paper.

"Watch Pink Floyd live, from greensville stadium, October 16 1980, tickets on sale now-"

She snatched the paper from him "Let me see that!"

It was true, pink floyd playing in her town. No, no, no this can't be happening.

"Who's pink floyd?" Frank asked.

"I have to go." She walked out of the diner. Her stomach was to the floor and her heart was racing a million miles.

What could she do? She cant stop them from playing. There was only one thing to do.

She ran inside her apartment and begin to pack as fast as she could, Pink Floyd was coming in two days.

She stopped, and took another look at her home, it was her home. She spent so much time crying here and so much sweat and hard work maintaining a stable place.

No she was just going to leave? Why, because of an ex-boyfriend, no she was much better than that.

She unpacked her stuff, and sat by her phone, waiting for a call. A call from who? She didn't know, but felt strongly the phone was going to ring any second.

About 15 minutes later it did, and she was quick to pick it up.

"Yes hello?" She was nervous, eager and frightened all at once.

"Breann? Where the hell did you go? Al is gonna have a heart attack any minute, get your ass back here!" It was frank.

"Look, frank this is an emergency, cover for me please?"

"What do you want me to say?" He was so unsure.

"I don't know, just make up something."

"Breann-"

She hung up the phone and finally got enough courage to dial.

Her heart raced as she slowly agonizingly punched in the numbers.

It rang.
And rang
And rang

"Hello?" The old, raspy familiar voice finally responded. Hearing it made her heart overfill with joy.

"Hello Rick? Its me breann."