The phone is ringing. Why the hell is the phone ringing? Someone just shut the damn phone.
The sound of the ringing phone enters in my head and echoes through my mind making a dreadful headache. All I want is someone to stop that phone from screaming in agony.
The phone looks like a mermaid screaming while she eats the poor dirty old sailor who just wanted a bit of love in his horrible sea days.
All I can hear is the annoying ring and the soft snores coming from something beside me. Crawling slowly out of the couch, I walk to the font of the pounding noise.
"Hello, this is Guns N' Roses residence, would you like to tell me who the fuck you are and why are you calling at 4 a.m.?" I say politely but harshly.
Nobody has the right to interrupt my sleep. That's mean.
"I miss you too." The person on the other end of the line chuckles. Or I am too sleepy or completely insane, because I swear I just heard Sally's voice.
"Sally?" I ask blankly.
"No, the pizza guy." She says serious and then lets out a laugh. "Yes it's me."
"Oh my God, I miss you so much! How did you get this number? How are you? How's going the tour?" I start rambling on questions, not even caring about the amount of sleepiness my body carries.
"Wow, so many questions." She laughs. I really missed that laugh. It makes me think about the good memories we have together, the shit we've done, the parties we thrown, the bottles we drunk and the weed we smoked.
Those things that were lost in time and we don't do anymore.
"Axl gave me this number the day you left. I'm sorry, the leak of time is too big and I haven't had many opportunities to call. But I'm good, and you?" She explains.
It makes sense. Remind me to thank William for giving the number to Sally. I doubt he will hear me out, but doesn't hurt trying.
"I'm good. They are all really nice guys and I made new friends." I chuckle, leaning my back against the wall.
"That's really good to hear Effy. I'm happy for you." She says.
"How's the tour?" I ask.
"Amzing so far! The gigs are insane.They are really good. And it's a big adventure! I'm loving this Rock N' Roll life!" She says excited and I chuckle.
"I told you so. I always said that they were an amazing band. I'm happy they are killing it and rocking the United Kingdom out." I say.
"Their manager said that they are going to do some shows at the States."
"Really?" I asked shocked.
This is so good to them! I'm really happy for them. I always said that their music was really good, but, to be honest, I never believed they could go further than Portugal.
But they did it. They are touring through UK and now US.
"Yes!" She exclaims. "We are not sure yet, but for what the guy said, the gigs are in New York, Michigan and California."
"Wait, wait, wait. Please tell me when you said California you meant LA."
"We don't know yet. We just know it will be in the States, but once we get news, I'll tell you."
"Oki doki." I nod. Yes, I nod while I'm talking through the phone.
"And tell me about your Rock N' Roll life."
"Insane, I can say. These guys are amazing and you won' t believe me when I tell you who's living in the same house as me and sleeping in the drummer's bed." I say and start laughing.
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أدب الهواةEffy is a British girl who lives in Portugal for about 17 years. One day, when she was working on the biggest record store of Lisbon, she meets two American guys who apparently are famous. A year later, one of them invites her to go to L.A. with hi...
