"3-2-1... drink!"
We slam our bottles together and then down them in one. Well, 3 of us do, Gabe does not, 3 goes and his empty bottle sits next to ours and he looks up at us like he just won a gold medal at the Olympics
"Starting without me?"
I turn at the sound of the familiar voice and watch as my dad, leather jacket, sunglasses and all strolls into the room as though he was the rockstar and not just the father of one
"Na, no party can start before Ed Kelce arrives" I laugh and then hi-5 him and pull him into a hug "beer dad?"
"He's known me his entire life and still he has to ask me silly questions" he grabs a beer from the table and knocks it against the wooden surface to remove the cap
"Glad you could make it" I tell him as he takes a couple of deep gulps from his bottle
"What? My only son is appearing on The Ellen Show and you thought I wouldn't be here?"
I shake my head and open another bottle beyond glad that my dad is the man he is and raised me to be the man I am
"It should be you out there tonight" I tell him
"Yeah well if I wasn't 45 years old with a wife and a 15 year old daughter to support then I would be there on that stage with you"
"And all eyes would be on you old man, guaranteed" I sink my second bottle and then start strumming my guitar "This has got to be good guys"
"Everything we do it good brother" laughs Anwar as he knocks the cap off his second bottle and twirls his drum sticks in his hands
"Yeah But the entire world doesn't usually get to see what we do, this is different. No fuck ups allowed, no ego, no shit"
I sit down on the leather chair that sits in the corner of our dressing room and let the chaos ensue around me as I dig out my phone and scroll to the bands Instagram. I search for The Ellen Show and am greeted by a picture of the host, we'll be meeting her shortly and I cant help the nerves that vibrate throughout my body at the thought.
We're nothing but a little rock band from Canada and yet here we are, some how performing on one of Americas biggest T.V shows and being expected to keep it calm when all of our years together have been about causing chaos.
I scroll down and can't help but grin at the picture of the four of us, friends since high school and now rock and roll brothers.
I can't help but chuckle as I remember how Anwar, Tom and I had bonded immediately in high school and then how Gabe had basically forced us to be his friends.
I scroll further and there's a Latina looking actress that piques my interest Camila Mendes, I chuckle at the possibilities as I sip at my drink and then scroll further
Taylor Swift.. I've heard of her
A pop princess
Miss 'I'm Too Good To Look You In The Eye'
I should keep scrolling and then ignore every trace of her but for some reason I pause on her picture.
Her blond hair rolls in waves over her shoulders as her blue eyes beg a question of me I don't have the answer to. Her lips are full and pink and I watch them intently, eager to know the magic they can do
"She's not the girl for a guy like you" I look over my shoulder and see my dad standing there, beer in hand
"Are you kidding me? She's my worst nightmare, all 'Little Miss Goody Two Shoes' " My dad nods and then pats me on the back
"You have every girl at your feet my boy, forget the ones with their heads so far up their own ass they cant see what's good for them" He massages my shoulder for a moment and then heads back towards the bar and I know he's right. This girl is not the girl for me, but I can't look away and I cant help the way my skin prickles at the thought of the after party.
Will she speak to me?
Will she be afraid me?
One way or another she wont be able to ignore me because she's just become my number one fascination
