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Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
Ain't life unkind?
*Mary ended up forcing me to call Keith. I didn't really want to, not that I didn't like Keith, he really was a nice guy, but there were a few points against it. Firstly, I wanted to stay away from people even if they had a long live ahead of them... I just couldn't stand seeing the people I like dying over and over again when they touched me... or just being reminded by it when I saw them... It was just too depressing. Secondly I didn't really see this friendship going somewhere and lastly spending time with the Stones meant I also got to see Brian and I really didn't want to see him again. He scared me, truly. Him dying was one thing, but his words still haunted me and followed me around wherever I went, at least with the alcohol and the hangover I had other things to worry over and could put Brian out of my thoughts for some time, but now that I knew I was going to see him again, the fear came back and it worried me. What if he remembers it and started acting up again? Keith or the others might put it down as nonsense and could ignore it, but I couldn't. I just had no idea what to do... I think I remember me thinking that maybe I could get Keith to save him. Drunken that had sounded like a pretty decent plan, but now sober I had absolutely no idea how to work with that. I couldn't just tell him that Brian was going to die. He would think I was totally barmy. So what was I supposed to do?
"Are you ready, Charlie?" Mary asked.
"It's just a concert. We've seen them a few times already..."
"But not like this!"
I rolled my eyes. Somehow this dialog reminded me of the one we had, who got us into this situation in the first place. "Still it is the same. They play a few songs, we watch, you scream at the top of your lungs, after the show we get a few drinks and then go home."
"Maybe but you missed a little detail! This time we can meet them and drink with them!" She exclaimed quite happily.
I sighed. "We already did."
"Don't be such a spoilsport! Let's just enjoy the evening."
I sighed. Why was I even arguing with Mary? It didn't matter what I said she would only see it the way she wanted to see it anyway and she was right that I could at least try to enjoy the evening. "Alright let's go."
There wasn't much to say about the drive or the concert, beside the fact that Mary clearly enjoyed being invited to the show instead of buying tickets, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't nice. Concerts were expensive and not paying for one wasn't the worst thing that could happen to someone. Even if I had mixed feelings about concerts, I liked the atmosphere, the show, the music, but there were too many people and too many visions. It always resulted in a headache and I was normally more than happy if it was over and I could have a drink or two.
"I could get used to this. Good music, free tickets and something to drink." Mary exclaimed as we just were about to enter some bar. "When are you supposed to meet them?"
"An hour after the concert."
She sighed. "Well seems like we're early then, but I guess there are worse places to wait on somebody... Hey there's a table in the back, let's sit down!" She took my hand, I pushed the vision away and guided us over the table and we sat down. "I'm going to order some drinks, you'll stay here." I just nodded, lid a cigarette and Mary went away. It probably wouldn't take her that long, the bar was rather empty for a Saturday night. Probably that was the reason why Keith had chosen this one to meet. Somehow I couldn't imagine that they always wanted so many people around, well I wouldn't, but I supposed they were more used to being crowded than me and well didn't get visions.
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Out of Time [Brian Jones]
FanfictionSome gifts are no gifts at all, but curses. 03071969 was mine. 'Cause some people can't be saved, no matter your effort. "You deserve a happy life, Brian. You perhaps took a few bad decisions, but that is no reason for you to die... And I promise y...