The Bricks: it's all coming together now

warm thrill of confusion

It was a warm Friday night, Breann slipped on her short red dress and had her hair pinned.

The sculpture of her perfect face made a clean shadow on the bathroom wall as she put on some red lipstick.

"You ready?" Frank called from the living room.

"Yeah, just a minute." She cleaned up her face, perfecting every detail to its finest and strutted out, locking arms with Frank.

"So, the show starts at 7:00 pm, and your friend rick said he'd be here at 6:45."

"Sounds about right." She grabbed her coat as the walked out.

"So who exactly is pink floyd." He said as they waited their ride. He tried to make conversation as much as possible.

This was their first date after all.

"Who is pink floyd." She said looking into the distance "I ask myself that everyday." She muttered.

She looked to see frank in a fret of confusion. "They're a rock and roll band." She gave him a less complex answer.

"Ah, I see." Unfortunately he didn't do so well in awkward situations and kept bringing up subjects that he felt bore her.

She felt what he was trying to do and was flattered. "Look frank, you dont have to keep a conversation going to please me. If you don't have any think to say that's okay. I enjoy silence just as much as conversation."

He let a a deep breath, and took a seat next to her on the steps, and both gazed into the night sky that was painted abruptly with a million stars that weren't afraid to be seen.

She leaned in on his shoulder, and even though she was silent, it said a thousand words.

He looked incredibly handsome in his suit, all though it said Hey! Look at me I'm trying way too hard! To be going to a concert.

A black, sleek car pulled into the driveway, Breann's heart raced with excitement. Rick! She thought.

The door from the opposite side opened, and she waited to see the familiar face.

And there he was.

Sweeter than ever, Richard Wright smiled so big Breann couldn't help but smile. Without hesitation, she ran and hugged Rick fiercely. This surprised and made Frank a bit uncomfortable.

They begin to chat in low voices, Frank couldnt help feeling a little bit jealous. Breann seemed more interested in Rick than in him.

Realizing that she was leaving Frank out, she quickly pulled him next to her.

"Oh Rick, this is my date, Frank." Rick stuck out a firm and friendly hand, he took it. Rick felt a sudden liking toward Frank, he didn't know why, needless to say Frank felt opposite toward rick.

"Well, shall we?" Rick said and opened the car door as the pair climbed in.

"God, you don't know how much I missed you." She said in the backseat with Frank. "How's everyone?" And by everyone she meant Roger.

"They're alright, I mean...they're still alive." Rick laughed.

"I hear that, brother." She said, and after a quite awkward silence filled the car.

"This car is bitching." Frank said, thankfully an ice breaker. "Yeah?" Rick said looking at him through the mirror. "You into cars?"

"My pops used to have a little auto shop back in '66. But since my mom passed he had to
invest."

"And that's how Little Shakeys started." Breann butted in, but frank didn't seem to mind. In fact, he wouldn't mind if she carved his heart out and ate it. He'd probably even give her his nicest shirt to clean the blood with.

Too far?

"Well, the boys are on stage, and won't see you until after the show." Rick said opening the car door.

"How d'you know these guys again?" Frank whispered close to her, so close he could see the specks of gold in his eyes, even in the dark lighting.

"Oh, uh I had a thing with the bass player." She casually threw out there. She didn't want to lie to frank, but didn't want to tell the truth either.

She hoped he didn't spring up any questions. "Oh." He just nodded.

They walked around into a dark tunnel, that led backstage. There were men drinking, groupies dancing and more importantly, muffled music playing. Live music.

Suddenly it occurred to her

What am I doing?

She thought as Rick led them into a quiet room where it seemed the classier people were.

Wine glasses, suits, and laughter seemed to fill the room. "We can watch the concert from here." Rick pointed to a TV screen that showed thousands of people.

Then, the sudden image of Roger, which made Breann jump inside her head filled the screen.

Oh my god.

Was all she could think. There he was. So close and he didn't even know it. She had to admit to herself she wanted to see him. And that she was using Frank just a tiny bit.

Just to show the fact that he didn't completely mar her. She would call him after, hell maybe even go on a second date.

"Wanna drink?" Frank asked her suddenly. "Oh uh, yes please. White wine." She nodded as he got up to the bar.

This bought some alone time with Rick, who was lighting a cigarette the way Roger would. It made her cringe.

"Are you ready?" He asked cooly. She shrugged "As ready as I'll ever be." Frank came back with the drinks. He watched the screen for a while.

"Y'know, I've never really been a rock 'n roll kinda guy. I like Johnny cash and Waylon Jennings." Frank said putting his input nobody asked for.

Rick stared coldly into Franks eyes and leaned in as if to tell him a secret "I'd die for rock 'n roll." He kept a blank, serious expression for a little while then, simultaneously rick and breann burst out laughing.

Leaving Frank, uncomfortably laughing along. "I'm just pullin your nuts old jip." He pushed franks shoulder lightly.

And just like that, the night only begun.