Kingfisher

A Weekend For Vampires

         "It's Vampire Weekend!" Willina shouted. I slapped her across the face.

             "There ain't no such thing as Vampire Weekend! Everyone knows it's Vampire Monday, you goat!" I said angrily.

           Rebecca rolled her eyes, "Girl bye. You be dumb today." I gave her the goat look.

            "Just because I say Vampire Weekend doesn't mean I think that there are Vampires are on the weekend."  Willina yelled defiantly.

              "You guys are both stupid. It's the band Vampire Weekend you idiots!" Rebecca screamed, pointing frantically at a large Volkswagen van crawling down the street. Willina shrieked and started chasing it. As Rebecca threw an empty Jarritos bottle at them the van slowed to a halt. The passenger door shot open a tall, broad, guy with cornrows and a Merica bandana tied around his head approached the three of us.

     "You all be the ones throwin glass bottles at Mr. Koenig?" the dark man said with a deep Bronx accent. I put one hand on my hip.

        "You know it was! Vampire Weekend is Willina' s  favorite band." I screamed.

      The man shook his finger at us, "You into that nonsense girl. Do you want to meet them?"

      Rebecca screamed, "That ain't phunny, you bein' serious?"  The man just gestured us to follow him. Willina pulled down her one inch long miniskirt and Rebecca flexed her bicep. We're about to meet Ezra Koenig! Willina mouthed. I rolled my eyes, I was more of a 2 Chainz kind of hoe. The van' s double door at the back opened. Smoke poured out when we entered. The pink shag carpet supports our feet as we plopped down onto the leopard print cushy bench. The second hand smoke filled our lungs but considering KCF high school has the same oxygen level as a hooka it wasn't a problem for us. However, we couldn't see anybody. Suddenly a hand jabs my stomach. I look up to meet the eye of Ezra Koenig.

    "Wooh, yello brotha."

     He smiled, "Open the windows D'Andre, you'll suffocate them."

     Two large panes of glass rolled down on both sides of the car. It began to clear up as the car sped up and smoke flew out. As soon as we could see each other's faces Mr. Koenig ordered the security guy to roll up the windows.

       "So," Ezra Koenig said, setting down his smoke filled tube, "you guys fans of the band?" 

     Willina screeched.

     "You could say so." I said, chuckling.

      He gave Rebecca and I a knowing look, "And you two aren't fans?" 

      We shrugged. "Not about that life." Becca said matter of factly.

      He nodded, "I see. Would some free VIP tickets convince you otherwise?"

            Willina' s eyes almost popped out of her sockets.

       "Your music almost sounds good." I said.

       "Agreed. As long as you're not a goat about it."  Becca said. Ezra Koenig put his hand on her shoulder.

         "I'm never a goat," he said with a hard face, "D'Andre, let these girls out."  The vehicle slammed to a halt and the back door rushed open. The guard jabbed his thumb at us.

    "Out." He said coldly.  We scurried out. When the car sped off Willina burst out in a continuous high pitched squeal.

                "I just met EZRA KOENIG!!!!" Willina threw a Jarritos bottle on the asphalt.

                  "Woohoo!" I launched my bottle into some house's window.

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Note from author: I had a pretty interesting day.