Chapter 6
Crystal, spelt I.D.I.O.T
~Jake
It’d been a week since we got through; all parts af the round were done with. From what I heard we were in fierce competition now. We might ‘ave been the biggest in Glasgow and round about but up north some band called "Cherry Arcade" wis getting big and some other band called "Lazer Graffiti" had pretty much taken over fife.
I grew up in fife. It wisnae much af a place, or at least Sullaby wisnae. But my neighbourhood wis nice, my next door neighbour wis the one who taught me how tae play guitar, although I wisnae taeo guid at it. I ended up daeing bass instead and found meself singing too.
I wis a foster kid right from the get go and grew up with two sets af parents, the arses who made me and the loving ones who wanted me. But that wis the way af things wisnae it? I mean, every other parent in the street felt sorry for me but growing up with it… it seemed like life, that wis the way it wis. Eventually my biological old man got done for some drug bust and my mum wis busy with her new kid. I got adopted and moved tae Glasgow when I wis about nine? Canny mind. I wis young, I know that.
It wis the first time I’d been tae Sullaby since. I only went for the sake af it, seeing my old neighbourhood, trying tae see how much I actually remembered… And maybe visit my sensei.
‘Hey, Ray.’ It made me feel pretty dumb talking tae the ground, ‘Remember me?’ Af course, cause a corpse can answer question… ‘Screw it.’ I said and put the yellow flower I’d bought down on his grave. ‘See ya.’ I wis never guid at the whole sentimental stuff. I missed him, but I didnae know how tae say that through anything else but song.
I walked past some weirdo on my way out, a blondie who wis obviously too cool for sight. Gave me the heebie geebies.
It wisnae as bad as I had remembered Sullaby. They had tons af venues, quite a lot af punk shops and quite a bit tae dae. It looked like rock had taken over the place.
The music shop wis cool, nice collection af picks and all. Dead expensive though.
‘Hey Tam.’ Some girl walked in, a sour faced cow walked behind her, mentally judging everything she saw, including me. They were both hot, dinny get me wrong, but I wouldnae touch that ginner she-devil no matter how drunk I wis. The other girl seemed okay though, kinda familiar too. Maybe I had already done her? ‘Can I get bass strings please?’
‘Aye, ye can.’ He said with a smile and took the strings out af the drawer.
Nah, I hadn’t done her. She seemed sweet, I didnae dae sweet, but there’s a first for everything.
‘That’d be twenty five pounds please.’ He handed her the small polly wallet.
‘Twenty five?’ She gaped.
‘Prices have gone up, recession and everything…’
‘Oh…’ She took out a twenty pound note, ‘I’ve only got this…’
‘Well I can leave it aside for when you’ve got enough.’
‘No need.’ I pulled a fiver out af my trouser pocket and put it on the counter, smiling at her.
‘Oh- thanks but you don’t have-‘ I put a finger tae my lips tae stop her speaking and nodded tae "Tam".
He took the money and gave her the strings. ‘Thank you so much.’
‘Nae problem.’ I grinned at her, ‘My names-‘
‘Hey!’ The ginner stormed over and scolded the sweet one, ‘What have I told you about talking to perverts?’
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