I stand behind Jess holding an electric guitar. while Jess stand in front of the mic.
"Ready Jess" I call
She smiles at me and I look out the recording room window and see Mr Phillips, Elvis and David all watching us.
"This song is called Rebel Rebel" Jess specks into the mic.
I start strumming the quitar as hard as possible. My heart starts to pound and I tap my foot to the beat.
"You've gotcha mother in a whirl. She's not sure if your a boy or a girl.."
David's face lights up and he's staring right a Jess.
I carry on playing my best untill the end of the song and Jess sang like a rockstar.
"That was fucking good!" Smiles David as he walks up to Jess.
"Can you teach me to play like you?" Elvis gives me a small smile.
"You know this was my first guitar I had" he adds
"Really? Who got it for you?" I smile
"My mom. For my 11th birthday"
"Your mom has good taste"
I put the guitar back on the stool and Jess is in deep conversation with David.
Mr Phillips puts on his coat and calls to us
"Right I must be off. I'm looking forward to doing more business with you all. And I have many plans for you in the future" he puts on his dark blue hat and walks out the store.
"I better be off too" I say
"Jess and I will lock up" David smiles and looks down at Jess.
Omg she is so dead inside I think so so so dead.
I go grab my jean jacket and walk out the store and I realise elvis is still next to me.
"Are you going home?" I ask
He tucks his hands into his pockets and I notice goosebumps all over him.
"Ye-yea" he mutters
"Don't you have a jacket?" I ask looking at the sky that is now fading from light to dark blue
"I um. I don't own one. "
I stop in my tracks and so does he. I look at his face as he gives me a questioning look.
I take off my jean jacket and hand it to him
"Here. Take it"
"No no I don't need it"
"Here take it. It was my fathers and I want you to have it"
"I can't take that" he raises his hands in defence
I grab his hand and put the jacket in it.
"Just take it" before he can give it back I start walking again And I see my house.
"Maddi. What are you doing. I don't want your pity"
"Pity? Ifs not pity it's called being a nice person and friend" I open my door and he's standing at the doorway still holding the jacket.
"Maddi."
"Just say thank you " I smile
"Thank you" he smiles back
Before I shut my door Elvis grabs my hand.
"Meet me outside the bar tomorrow. Don't go in without me."
"Um ok sure" I get nervous.
"Have a good night" he lets go of my hand and starts walking away.
Is he going to kill me?
I smile as I walk to my room.
