10 Years.

Town called malice.

" Hey Joe! you came!"
" Oi mate! 'Sup?"
I glanced at the guy for a second, and then took a look at the flat, waiting for the two friends to finally finish their salutations and whatever was coming with.
" Who's the bird ?" The guy questioned
Joe did the presentations.
" Paul, This is Jazz. Jazz, this is Paul."
I tried to do my less fake smile while we Shaked hands.

I waited until the bloke would go answer a call to grab Joe's sleeve and shaking his arm anxiously.
" is this what you call a basic party with cool people? This painting is more expensive than our entire flat!"
" Calm down" he laughed. Weller is a rich kid but you need to talk to him, he's such a cool lad."

We joined a little group and Joe did the presentations again.
" This one is Mick, the handsome bastard is Paul, this lil guy is Topper, Johnny Rotten, and Paul Weller who you just saw some minutes ago."
I waved to them all with a smile.
Two other guys came calling Weller.
" We're heating the ambiance a little bit, counting on your cheering! " he said with a smile.
They walked to the center of the room, took their instruments and began to play. A song called " Town called malice".
Bruce's bass, Rick's light drum and of course Weller's voice were perfectly combined to create a beautiful song.
Paul and me were cheering and singing along happily.

I've been to a buffet after that, asking for a glass of water.
Joe disappeared I don't know where and left me alone.What an idiot.Why would he drag me up to a party with perfect unknown people and then abandoning me.
" You seems to enjoy the party a lot." said sarcastically a voice behind me.