You Could Be My Silver Spring

Fritz

I was thinking about Lindsey a lot lately. I hadn't talked to him in two months and it was taking its toll on me. Now that we were both in collage, it was harder to keep in touch.

As if on cue, the phone rang. It was Lindsey.

We talked for a while. God I missed him.

At the end of the conversation he seemed to want to ask me something.

"Stevie, I gotta ask you something,"

"Of course, anything Lindsey."

"Will you join a band that I'm in?" He laughed awkwardly, "it's called The Fritz Rabyne Memorial. We play blues and stuff."

"Lindsey I..." I was shell shocked. "I would love to!"

"Really!" He laughed again, more giddily, "That easy? I though you would be hard to convince."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Ya know, Lindsey, I really really miss you."

"Me too, that why I want you in this band. You could bring so much."

"Thank you," he still, even now, made me fall more in love with him. "When can I start?"

"When are you free?"

"Tomorrow?" I would cancel any plans I had for him.

"Ok," I could hear the smile in his voice. "You wanna come over tomorrow? Maybe 1:00 ish?"

"Yes. I'll be there."

We finished our call and said goodbye. Hearing his voice made me miss him. It made my heart ache.

I let myself sleep in the next morning. I didn't wanna get too excited to see Lindsey. When the time finally came to leave I got in my car and as I was driving out of the parking lot of my dorm in my excitement I almost hit a squirrel in my haste.

When I knocked on the door, Lindsey opened it and hugged me. He hugged me like the night we met and it made my heartbeat speed up.

"Stevie!" He pulled me inside. "Come on, the guys are excited to meet you."

He led me through his house and out to the garage where there were three other boys I faintly recognized from school.

"Guys, this is stevie." He held me in front of him.

They all mumbled their hellos and I could feel their eyes checking me out. Typical boys.

"Stevie, this is Javier, the piano player, Brian, the guitar player, and Bob, the drummer." As he said their names they looked up at me again.

"And what do you play?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"Well I play bass. Brian is a stronger guitar player then me, so he's the guitarist."

"I get it. That makes sense." I nodded.

Throughout the course of the afternoon we jammed, smoked pot, and I got to know the boys better.

Around 10 at night I decided to call it a day and go home.

I walked in the door and flipped down on my bed. I couldn't be more happy that I had finally joined a band -Lindsey's band.

The smell of marijuana and the sound of Lindsey's voice swirled in my head, until I finally fell into a deep sleep.