A Different Set of Events

Chapter Four

The next day I awoke to a slight humming sound. A strange woman was placing a glass of milk next to my bed.

"Oh! Margaret it's just you."

"Who'd you think I was?"

"I was just afraid that- never mind I'm sorry. I'm not used to being here yet."

"You'll get along. The boys seem to like you already. Would you like to say goodbye before they leave?" she asked. I put my milk down.

"Leave?" I asked.

"Oh they didn't tell you? They have to go to some 'interview' thing and rehearsal on the other side of town. They're in a band you know." I pretended I didn't.

"Really? What band?"

"They call themselves AC/DC. It's a good name. I thought of it and they seemed to like it but I only saw it on a sewing machine. I couldn't come up with it on my own."

"That is a good name."

"Thank you. Malcolm and Angus started it, well, Malcolm did. He asked Angus to join him and there it snowballed." She looked at the clock. "Oh you'd better go see them they're gonna leave anytime." I got out of bed thanking Margaret for the milk. Some of the instruments and amps in the room were gone and a bus was waiting outside. I headed to the living room and the front door was wide open. Some roadies were outside putting stuff in the bus and they saw me. I hid my face in embarrassment to be in this nightgown. As I turned away from
them Angus came out from some other hallway with a guitar case.

"Good morning Hannah," he smiled. "Sleep well did ya'?"

"Yes very well. You didn't tell me you were in a band," I said acting surprised.

"You never asked. What'd you think the instruments were for?"

"I can name a few things," I said. He laughed and headed out to the bus. I followed him averting the wandering eyes. He pushed his guitar in along with the other equipment. Malcolm came up behind him.

"Hannah, you comin' with us?" he asked. I held my nightgown out to him and gave him a 'probably not' look. He smiled back. "That's too bad."

"Yeah, you could have heard us play!" Bon shouted. "Or good company for that boring as hell interview."

"Hey now Bon it's fine. Not all interviews are great but we have to make time for them to get well known," Malcolm said.

"I'm with Bon on this one," Phil said getting on the bus. Everyone followed except Angus.

"What are you gonna do while we're gone?" he asked.

"Margaret said she'd take me shopping today for new clothes so I don't have to borrow hers all the time."

"That's good."

"Yeah it'll be good to get out of the house." We looked at each other for a moment. He was about two inches shorter than me, which was alright, albeit a little unusual. He noticed me shiver a bit.

"You'd better go back inside it's pretty snowy out. No idea why."

"Be careful out there," I answered him.

"Don't worry 'bout us we'll be fine." He stood there another minute before giving me his hand. I shook it and he left with the rest of the band.

The brown trench coat fit loosely over my frame. Margaret had given it to me to wear while we shopped. She took me to a small corner store where some 'new' dresses were. After giving me a modest, sleeveless black one she stuffed me in a dressing room and looked for winter wear.