One Promise Too Late

Chapter 8

California Dreamin'

On the car ride home from the studio that night Mick explained him, John, Ken and Richard had to leave again to go get new equipment for studio. He went into all the details of the amplifiers and systems which sounded all like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to her. She zoned out. She didn't even care anymore where he went. "Stevie you're awfully silent." He said carefully, afraid she would blow another gasket.

"Sounds fine." She simply said.

The rest of the car ride home was silent.

When they got through the front door Stevie removed her coat and boots and took off up the stairs. They both got in their pyjamas brushed their teeth and climbed into bed. She was the first to turn off the light and turn over.

Mick left the next day and Stevie spent the night on the piano. The next morning the phone rang while she was making breakfast. She picked up the phone thinking it wand Chris. "Hey, what's up." She asked nonchalantly.

"Oh, um, hi Stevie. It's Lindsey"

He caught her off guard. "Oh, hi. Sorry I thought you were someone else. How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you. Sorry for calling so early, I hope I didn't wake you."

"No you didn't. I was already awake. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh no sorry to scare you. I was just wondering if I could borrow some tapes? If you have any... I've ran out and I thought of something catchy this morning. "

"Yes, absolutely! We have tons! Come on over."

"Really! Gee, thanks. How about in an hour?"

"Sounds great!"

"Alright, bye."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone and ran back into the kitchen. She unplugged the toaster and sprinted up the stairs. She was still in her pyjamas he couldn't see her like this. She threw on a black lace shirt with a pair of denim shorts reaching halfway from her thighs to her knees. She put on a scarf and put up her hair in a chignon. She put on some simple make-up; eyeliner and lipgloss and went back downstairs to eat before he came. As she was entering the lichen she heard the door bell ring. She spun around on her heels facing the grandfather clock in the hall. It read 6 minutes to the hour. He was early.

She made her way to the door cooly had she adjusted her hair and pulled down her shirt. She opened the door and greeted him. "Hello Lindsey."

She said warmly. "Hi Stevie."

"Come in, I was just making breakfast."

He stepped in and smelled the bacon. He looked around the room at huge staircase and high ceilings. It was quite a improvement from his apartment on the other side if town. "Would you like some eggs and bacon?"

"Oh no thank you."

"Oh come on! I make really good omelettes!! Everyone at the studio loves them!"

"As long as it isn't any trouble."

"Oh no!" She said disappearing down the hall.

He shrugged and followed her into the kitchen. "Now what would you like in your eggs?" She asked.

They sat down to breakfast some it later. "Oh my goodness this is amazing!" He gushed.

She giggled. "Thank you."

"When we're done eating I'll go looking for some of those tapes you came for. I'm sure we have tons in the studio!"

"Studio! You have your own studio."