Red Is Not Dead ( Jimmy The Rev Sullivan)

Chapter 3

I woke up with pounding in my head once again. How much did I drink last night? Ugh, everything was blurry. I looked at my phone to see what time it was. 11 AM. And so many missed calls from Zacky and Matt. Probably the guys were waiting for me in the studio.  I looked at my right. There was a man i don't know, as usual. He was sleeping. I had to go before he wakes up so I got up and get dressed and slowly went to the door to leave the house like every morning I do. 

I got on a bus and went to studio. When I arrived there Brian and Zacky were talking something with their guitars on their laps and Matt was just murmuring some songs. 

"Morning. I am sorry.  I'm so late, aren't I?" I asked in worry.

"Morning. Just a little bit. You drank too much last night." Matt said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." I said. "My head is going to split in two." As I was sitting on the couch.

"Maybe we shouldn't have let you drink that much. Anyway, here is the bass chors. We're recording 'Chapter Four' today. You better start to practise because Brian and Zacky are going to record the guitars soon." He said giving some sheets to me.

I looked at the chords. It was not such simple chords but I was really keen on bass and I could play it easily. Then I realized Jimmy wasn't there.

"Hey. Where's Jimmy?" I asked looking around.

"He's recording the drums. He's just gone in." He said.

"Really?" I asked. "Can I watch him?" 

He looked at me with a strange look, like I had three heads.

"Yes. He's right over there." He said pointing the record room.

He was just getting lost with his drums. He put his heart and soul in them. And with every beat he was getting into his very own world. And the thing I had to accept, he was looking so hot while playing the drums. 

Then my phone began to vibrate and I went to corridor to speak.

"Hey, Ashley. This is Luke." some one said. Who the fuck were Ashley and Luke?

"Who?" I asked in confusion.

"Uhm, we met at the pub last night. I'm Luke. Don't you remember it?" Oh fuck. I remember it. I told him that my name was Ashley because I don't want to get in trouble with men by introducing myself. So, shit happened anyway.

"How did you get my number?"

"I got it last night, while you were sleeping. But that doesn't matter. Now tell me, do you remember me?"

"Yeah I remember. So what?"

"Well, why did you leave without a word or note?" he asked. Was he crazy? Was he thinking he was my boyfriend or something?

"Because I don't have to do any of those. Goodbye." I said.

"Hey. Hold on!" he yelled in a worry. "I just want to talk and know you. I thought that we had a thing for each other." 

I really began to get angry.

"No we don't. Now fuck off." I yelled.

"Okay. But please meet me at the same pub again. At 8 PM, this night. I just want to talk. Then if you want to go,  you can go. I promise." he begged.

I gave up and said

"Okay, I will come. But only for fifteen minutes."

"Okay, Ashley. See you." he said when I hang up the phone.

"Do you have a problem with somebody?" some voice told me behind my back. I turned to see who he was and help myself but screaming hardly. 

"No." I said. "No, Jimmy. Thanks." How could I say something to him? He saw us last night. He's probably thinking I was such a whore. I went inside with a blush on my cheeks.