Tomorrow

Chapter 7

What's your favorite color?" Ross asks Chevy.

"Blue."

"What's your favorite song?"

"There's too many I like."

"Fair enough, what's your..."

"Ross stop," I order.

We are taking a break from band practice, sitting outside on the patio drinking some ice tea. It's a warm, beautiful evening.

Chevy is lounging in a chair reading a book.

I followed Ross outside, where he starts a casual conversation with her.

"What?" Ross asks innocently.

"Stop asking questions," I say.

"She doesn't mind, do you Chevy?"

"No, I..."

"...but you ask a million questions. Why don't you go get a drink or something."

"Fine, I know when I'm not wanted." Ross pouts, "All you have to say is 'Ross we want to be alone'."

"Ross we want to be alone," I say.

"Jeez Riker, how rude!" Ross complains, stomping into the house.

Chevy laughs. "Why did you want him to go in?"

"It looks like we are going to be here late, do you want me to run you home?"

"Why couldn't you ask that in front of Ross?" Chevy wonders.

"I could of but, I wanted to spend a couple of minutes with you," I explain.

"Riker!"

"Chevy!"

Chevy giggles.

"I'll stay, but only because I don't want you driving home by yourself."

"Is that the only reason?" Does she likes Ross?

"Yes. Why what would another reason be?"

"I don't know... I'm just asking," I mumble.

"Riker, are you ready to start again?" Rocky asks, popping his head out the patio door.

"Yes." I stretch, standing up. "Do you want to come downstairs with us?"

"No, I'm good." Chevy waves her book at me. "Go, have fun!"

I hesitate but go inside.

I follow Rocky downstairs. We practice for another two hours.

Whenever I play, I lose track of everything else. I'm only aware of my bass and the music that I'm playing and the music that everyone else is playing with me... It always amazes me how when we put it all together, it sounds so different and complete.

"That's a wrap!" Rydel announces when the song finished.

I pull my bass over my head and set it down. Things are coming along nice and smooth.

"Should we have dad call the studio?" Ross asks, his eyebrow shoots up.

"Do you think we are ready?" Rocky asks.

"Please, we could have played two weeks ago!"

"I'm not sure I'm ready to go on tour," I admit.

"Riker," Ross says.

"What? I'm being honest. Let's write some more."

"Riker you love touring. Let's go!" Rocky says.

"I can't go yet," I say.