Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)

30 - The Band

Patrick's POV

We turned up to Andy's place soaking. He let us in and showed us into the garage where his drum kit was kept. He got us towels and we sat on two old drum stools. 
"Why do you have three drum stools?" I ask him as he comes back into the room and closes the door.
"One's a bit wobbly and the others height mechanism is broken." He tells us. Pete had the smaller one so I ended up with the wobbly one. Just my luck.
"So," Andy says, sitting on the stool behind his kit. Pete and I dry our hair and I dry my fedora. Pete passes me my lyric book and before I even opened in, I could tell I was ruined. The whole book was soaked. I opened it and most of the ink had run and the writing was unreadable. Pete pats me on the back.
"All my work..."
"It's okay. You remember some of the lyric don't you?"
"Yeah... yeah. The ones for Sugar We're Going Down but none of the others. Andy moves over to one of the draws of the filing cabinet near his kit. He gets some plain paper out and a pen and hands it to me.
"Write them out again on this" He tells me. Pete tunes his guitar and Andy warms up while I write the lyrics as quickly as I could.
"Ready?" Pete asks. I nod. He stands up, just about opposite from Andy. Andy had a microphone in the garage cause he used to do a bit of singing but now he played drums. I set it up and plugged it into the amp.
"Hey" I said into the mic and it was really loud. Pete smiled and I turned it down a bit. I didn't like my voice that much so I only really wanted the boys to hear it.
"If you guys play what you have first and then we'll figure out drums?" Andy suggests and be both agree.
"When you're ready Patrick" Pete tells me. I was petrified. I'd know Andy for a long time but he'd never heard my singing. 
"One, two, three, four" I say into the mic. "Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear, cause that's just who I am this week" I sung all the lyrics and Pete played the guitar perfectly. Andy clapped at the end.
"Wow, that're really cool!" I smile awkwardly. Pete grins his goofy grin. "But I think we're gonna need another guitarist and bassist."

"I can play a little guitar..." I confess. 
"Then we just need a bassist"
"I know another guitarist and I could learn bass" Pete tells us. "The only problem is he lives in California. I don't know how will he would be to come here" 
"What's he like?" Andy asks. 
"Well, I know him from school, he's called Joe and he's really into music. We used to do stupid little gigs together around town sometimes but that died out when exams came around. He's pretty crazy but he's a cool guy. I could facetime him if you like" I wanted to meet this Joe but I was really awkward around new people, Christ I could barely sing in front of my best friends but I knew I'd have to overcome my awkwardness someday. 

Pete calls him and I sit on Andy's lap so that we can all fit in the frame.
"Sorry if I'm a bit heavy" I tell Andy.
"It's okay Patty, you're not that bad"
"Not you as well!" We were cut off by Pete shouting at Joe.
"Mate! Band. Wanna join. Come join us. I'll be fun." Pete blurts out.
"Hello to you too. Are you still with Patrick?" He asks. 
"Yeah, we've started a band with his mate Andy" He moves the camera onto us and Andy waves.
"So that's Patrick"
"Yeah, he's really pretty ain't he?" I roll my eyes.
"Hell yeah!" Joe shouts. "Patrick you're amazing buddy! Don't get yourself down" I had a feeling that Pete had told Joe about what happened a few days ago by the way he was speaking. I nod and smile. Pete puts the camera back on himself.
"So will you be in the band?" 
"Yeah! I'll pack my stuff and come over in about a week." This was moving so fast. He hadn't heard what we eve sounded like but he was already in. "Do you have a name?" He asks.
"Not yet" Pete tells him. 
"We can get one when you come over" I say. I didn't feel so awkward and I didn't know why. 
"Chill. Well I have to go. Nice to meet you Patrick and Andy"
"You too" We say at the same time and Pete ends the call.
"Boys, we got ourselves a band"