Meeting the Jokers

Part 30

Sal hovered over to me cautiously and squeezed his eyes almost shut. "Do you know what's going on?" 

"Never," I laughed, unsure whether to shake it off.

"Can I have your shoe please?" he paused, putting his basket (with food the producers threw in) on the floor.

He leaned close to my shoes, his face contorting and unsure.

"Don't worry," he whispered back. "I'll take a loss."

Now Murr, Q and Sal all had losses. I couldn't get my head around anything- I felt dizzy and light headed. But yet my head was so heavy.

Me and Sal, walking with a large distance between us, arrived at the 'backstage' area by the monitors when Sal pushed Joe.

"What the hell, dude?" Sal whined, pushing Joe so he knocked into the wall.

"Dude, calm down." Joe said. Then smirked at Murr.

With a disgusted frown, Sal shook his head.

Then turned to Q

Q.

This whole challenge was for Q.

"How are you?" Sal asked Q. Q's eyes flittered, hovered, for a second, then rested on Sals eyes and gave an encouraging nod.

"So, what happens now?" Q asked.

"I'm not sure," Sal said, trying to get a producer over, "maybe back to a hotel? Home in a few days?"

My heart sank.

"You guys are waiting to go home?" I asked, a pleading expression over my eyes.

"Yeah, gotta make some of the live shows," Sal replied.

I offered a half hearted smile and turned around.

Dreams always end.

"Well, do you guys want to crash at mine?" I ask, "I've got a spare room, and a large couch?"

I knew the offer was not that great, but it would be great to hang out again before they all left.

"I guess," Murr said. "You got any sleeping bags?"

"I think so."

"Great."

It was settled.

The guys would stay at mine.

After finishing up the editing, the producers dropped us off outside my house, while Casey and the gang went off to a nearby hotel.

We all took the elevator to the 5th floor and unloaded the small amount of bags at my front door.

"Hope you guys have enough for tonight," I break the silence as I shut my door. The guys already crashed on the couch.

"I'll take the couch," Joe said, patting it triumphantly.

"Damn it!" Murr yelled. The loudness in his voice took me back by surprise.

"I'll take the spare room," Sal said.

"Damn it!" Murr yelled again. "What's left?"

I stuttered for a second, "Well... u-uh... I have a sleeping bag and the couch and... all that's left is my bed."

"What if..." Murr said, "this might sound weird, but me and Joe can take your bed- that way your not stuck with one of us. You can take the couch."

"Well, that's kind of unfair- I mean, I live here and all-"

"Whatever you want," Murr said. Was he trying to persuade me to let him sleep in my bed? With Joe?

"This is making me feel weird, Murr," Sal said, surrendering with his hands.

"I don't know what to say," I reply.

After agreeing to 'think about it' we all gathered in the living room.

"So," Sal said to me from across the circle, "we've been talking to the producers and all..."

"Right." I say.

Then Joe added, "and since we're going on tour again in a few months."

"Yeah, cuz we're going on tour, we and the producers would love it if you came with us."

No way.

Everything stopped.