Overjoyed

Chapter 1 - And the walls kept tumbling down

“Eliza, will you marry me?” Dan asked, his blue eyes shining. Wow, how had we gotten here?

It seemed like just the other day Courtney had flittered into my little bedroom, waving two concert tickets in the air. “Liza! We’re going to Bastille!” she shrieked. Courtney was in the habit of finding a new band to obsess over every other month and then dragging me along to boring concerts and music festivals. Once we’d even schlepped halfway across the country in my little Honda, all at my expense to see some shitty group whose name I couldn’t even recall. “No thanks Courtney. No more weird bands. Find someone else to fan-girl with” I said, and turned my eyes back to my book on Ancient Rome. “

Eliza!” she whined, and rolled her eyes, making her seem much younger than her 24 years, “Don’t make me waste these tickets! I won them in a radio competition, backstage passes too!” I tried and failed to hide my amusement. “You entered a radio competition for some band you’ve liked for like five minutes?” I said and cocked my head.  “Stop being a bitch, Liza. They’re British and we get to meet and greet. You should thank me, at least it’s some sort of male contact.” Okay, that stung. Yes, I hadn’t even looked at a guy since my break-up with Jason seven months ago, but Courtney did not need to be like that about it. I just wasn’t interested.

I sighed, “When is it?” Courtney’s face lit up, “This Friday” she said, looking pleased with herself. I feigned a yawn. “Wear something nice okay, you wouldn’t want the paparazzi taking shots of you in a t-shirt and jeans” she said with disdain as she headed out of my room.

Court could be so overbearing at times, but I had grown to love her in the two years we had lived together. Honestly, I’d probably never leave the house for anything other than work if it wasn’t for her. Well I might as well listen to some of their music since I was going to be spending my entire Friday night listening to them, I thought to myself as I closed my book and picked up my laptop. I typed “Bastille” into my search bar and scanned the results. I was tempted to click on the link about French history, but I refrained, instead choosing to view a YouTube video of a song called “Pompeii”. More history. Maybe I’d like this band after all.