Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

I'm A Rocket Man

The loud, obnoxious ringing of my cell phone interrupted the peaceful day Steven and I were spending with Alaska, sitting on the couch watching movies. 

I rolled my eyes and handed Ali to Steven, so I could stroll to the other side of the room where my IPhone sat on the table. 

"Hey Phil," I sighed. "What's shakin'?"

"Mia, you'll never believe it…" He laughed, and I could tell by the tone of his fake Jersey accent, he was extremely excited. 

"Oh god," I laughed, earning Steven's attention, who was now staring at me intensely. "What now?"

"The king of the keys himself wants to perform with you!" He practically screamed. "ELTON JOHN, MIA! ELTON FREAKIN' JOHN!"

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I gasped, hopping up and down. "Oh my god, there's no way… That's a sick joke, Phil. That's not even funny!"

"It's not a joke, Baby. You're officially in the big leagues. Elton John's manager called and said that he loves your sound, and the raspiness in your voice, and that he think's it'll be perfect for a track." I couldn't contain my excitement, which made me pace aorund the room. Steven was practically jumping out of his skin trying to figure out how my conversation with Phil was going. "So not only does he want to perform with you… He want's to write a song with you as well!"

"Phil, I'm literally gonna pass out right now, so if this is a joke, just tell me now." I chuckled nervously. "Maybe I won't fire you if you tell me sooner, rather than later."

"Mia, I wouldn't joke about Elton fuckin' John." His jersey accent became thick as the seriousness in his voice became overt. "You know he's my idol."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I gasped. "Okay, okay. Tell him I'll do it. Oh my god. Call me when he get's back to you. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!" I squealed into the phone and then hung up, bouncing around the room. 

"What was that about?" Steven stood up, still craddling my sleeping child in his strong arms.

I couldn't answer him, or honestly even hear him for that matter. My heart beat was so loud I could hear it in my head.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god." I just kept repeating over and over as I dialed Ryan's number into my phone, holdingh it up to my ear.

after a few seconds, the line clicked on, as the ringing stopped.

"Hel-"

"We're performing with Elton fucking John!" I screamed cutting Ryan off as he answered the phone.

"No way! Are you serious?!" He gasped "That's too cool!"

"Ahh I know!" I screeched, overly excited. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"We're also writing a song with him!" I bounced up and down, too excited to stand still. "Phil's gonna call me back when he talks to Elton's manager about when and where we should meet up with him!"

"This is too cool, Mia. Seriously. You know what this means?" He asked, amused, as I made my way over to the couch. 

"We fucking made it." I laughed, collapsing onto the couch where I once sat with Steven, on. 

"Fuckin' right, we did!" He laughed. "But hey, I'll talk to you later, okay? I've got company over right now."

"Okay, no problem." I paused, then laughed knowing exactly who or what was over his house. "Use protection, and if she doesn't call you tomorrow, then dump her ass." 

"Oh shut the fuck up." Ryan laughed loudly into the phone. "Bye, Mia."

"Bye, Ry." I smiled, hanging up the phone, and taking a deep breath before telling Steven.