Radio Peace

Chap. 8/Part 1

Chapter Eight

Aspasia Everwood

                   “I want more tacos,” I said frowning at the fridge.

                   “I don’t think the fridge works like that ‘Spasia,” said Cruise, sitting on the counter next to me.

                   “Where are we?” I asked, looking out the window. It looked familiar, and then for a spare second I thought I was home. But I knew I wasn’t. For some reason, after visiting hundreds of cities, one begins to think that every city she is in is her home. But it never is. The air was too soft and sweet and cool to be Colorado’s. Or was it? Was I really forgetting about how it was? How home was? I tried to forget about whatever I was thinking about.

                   “I don’t know.”

                   “You know,” Joey inquired, “if we hit a speed bump and you’re sitting like that, you’re gonna die. And then we’ll have to find bassist, and then the fans will be like ‘ah he died’ and then we’re all screwed.” 

                   “Whatever,” Cruise said, jumping down and raiding the fridge.

                   “What do you guys want for breakfast?” shouted my uncle Nate (I guess he hasn’t been in the story much. My uncle Nate is married to my Aunt Kelly. He’s like, a famous jazz musician, and helped us get our first single out there. He’s been my favorite uncle since I was a child, and Kelly has been my inspiration. I guess that’s never really come up until now. When Kelly said she’d be the band manager I was thrilled, and then when they both said they were coming on tour with us, I believe my words were: OMG! So, yeah. They’re both really amazing people.) My aunt Kelly was up there sitting with him, keeping company.

                   “Whatever you guys want,” Jada smiled in her polite tone. Did I already wake her up? I must’ve done it drowsily.

                   “Do you guys want to stop somewhere or get something fast,” my Aunt Kelly asked.

                   “Whatever is best for the time schedule,” Castello said, slinking deeper in his seat.

                   “McDonalds it is,” my uncle settled, with his uncle-like chuckle. (Wow, that sentence was lame.)

                   “I’m so bored,” Vince said to himself, sitting on the couch. I slunk down next to him. Jada slunk next to me. Both of our phones (Okay, yeah, I destroyed my phone, but before the concert I had one of the helpers to go get my a phone. Yeah, it sounds all diva-like, but it is okay ‘cause I’m not like that and I tipped her big.) started to vibrate at the same time. In synchronization, we flipped them open, and swiftly closed them. Him. Jada looked angry. I rolled my eyes.

                   “There’s nothing to do,” I growled to myself.

                   “Let’s all play cards,” said Cruise, setting up the table. We all sat around it.

                   “We play cards, like, everyday,” Castello complained, rolling his eyes. Castello was having an attitude with me lately. I think it was because of the other morning, when I totally blew him off and didn’t tell him what was going on with Jada and Nick. Truth was I didn’t know what was going on with Jada and Nick. I had no idea. So if anything he needed to be mad at her, not me. Jada was my best friend in the whole world. I wasn’t going to be like all our old friends and tell personal conversations, exchange notes with paparazzi, or tell secrets that were entrusted. I wasn’t like that. I don’t understand how anybody can be.