Spanish Bombs

Waiting For The Pistols

We walked into the club, we were all very excited. I've been waiting this moment for months. The Sex Pistols. The boys of my brother's age that devastated whole England. Before the Pistols, it seemed like the world was in black-and-white. But, as an asteroid, they took color in the monotony of English people. They were a catastrophe, they had an apocalyptic view of the world, of social relations between humans, of work and other innumerable things. But, above all, they were a taboo. A taboo that us, bored guys, exactly like them, were sure to unveil.

So, summing up, I was excited, Mick too, but he set the tone, contrary to me, considering that I started jumping as a ripped hippie throughout the club. Joe and my brother were looking all over the place, hard-nosed, but I knew they were as excited as me. Topper was blank. I had to understand that guy, I didn't comprehend him.

My brother asked us:"Guys, the concert will start in an hour. What are we doing now?"

Topper said:"Let's go to take place, so we will be in first line."

Joe replied:"I vote for have a beer."

Io said:"I support Joe's idea."

Joe:"YES, SOPHIEEE, GIMME A HIGH FIVE!"

I bursted into laughter and gave him a high five.

But my brother began to bother us immediately:"You aren't going to drink!"

"But I want to drink!"

"If you have a beer, I'll send you at home by kicks in your ass!"

"If you try it, you'll become a woman!"

Joe said:"I have to say that you two get along so tenderly!Don't argue in a pub though, please!"

I answered back, a little bit annoyed:"All right..."

Also Paul answered to Joe's sermon, a little fed up:"Oook..."

Joe said to us, proud of himself:"Well done, guys. Let's go to the counter!"

We went to the club's counter. I wanted a Guinness, but my brother had been clear. No beer, otherwise no Pistols. So I started looking my combat boots, sullen, when I felt a delicate caress on my shoulder. I raise my eyes and I saw Joe in front of me.

"Hey, baby!"

"Hello, Joe."

"I know that your brother doesn't want but...here you are, have some sips of my beer."

"Hey, thank you very much!"

"You're welcome blonde, but don't let the other guys see you!"

I had three sips of Joe's beer. Holy beer. Then I passed the glass to Joe.

"I've finished, thank you again."

"Don't worry." He winked at me.

What a playboy.

The boys finished their beers, under my glaring sight pointed towards my brother. They threw away their glasses and then we walked towards the stage. There wasn't much people yet, but the opening band was already playing. They weren't bad, they played punk too.

Pushing, stepping on, kicking and breaking some legs, we arrived in first line. I laid on the barriers. I was in front of the singer's microphone. There was Joe on my right and Mick on my left. We'll have fun.

"They're good, aren't they?", Joe asked me.

"Yes, not bad."

"BUT WE ARE BETTER!", Mick shouted.

And Joe screamed, even louder:"OBVIOUSLY, BECAUSE WE'RE THE CLASH!" 

I started laughing and Joe said to me:"Really, we're better!"

"Yes, Joe, I'm certain."

"Now, explain me why you are so kind, seeing that your brother is a pain in the ass."

"Ah Joe, the black sheep is always present in a family!"

"You're right, little Simonon."

"I know. Anyway, you have to play me something of yours."

"Right. Would you come to our practise?"

"Why not?"

"Miiick, where do we practise the next time?"

Mick:"At my house, idiot, tomorrow afternoon."

Joe said me:"Perfect, come tomorrow with your brother."

"I think it works."

"Ok, I'll wait for you, blonde-head."

"Well done, Strummer."

"You begin calling me by surname, it arouses me."

"STRUMMER, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING TO MY SISTER?"

"Nothing!"

I cruely blushed. Joe winked at me again.

After these little talks, the lights turned down...