"So they just left you? Just like that?" Balz asked.
I nodded. I had showed them my "sweet bass skills" as Balz would call it and they seemed to like it and so now I was telling them about Bree and her mom moving and me being pretty much, well, homeless.
I refused to go back and live with my parents. I'd rather be homeless and living under a bridge or on the bench at the park then go back to my parents house.
"You can stay with me." Angelo said.
I looked over at him. "Seriously?" I asked him.
He nodded. "Yeah, man. I just got my own apartment and it'd be cool having you as a roommate." he said, giving me a smile.
I smiled. "Thanks dude."
We hung out at Chris' for a little while longer and then everyone started leaving. Angelo and I were the last ones to leave. Chris patted me on the back. "Welcome to the band, dude." he said.
~~
5 years later.
"Ricky! Wake up!" Angelo screamed in my ear. I rolled over, covering my ears with my hands.
"Do you have to scream at me?" I whined.
Angelo smiled. "We have a tattoo appointment in two hours. Get your ass up, bitch."
He walked out of my room then and I rolled out of bed. I walked across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. I showered and then pulled some clean clothes on. Black skinny jeans, black v-neck, purple hoodie. I dried my hair and applied a little bit of eyeliner.
Angelo knocked on the door. "You ready?"
"Will you hang on, damn." I said.
I heard him chuckle and walk off. I finished brushing my teeth and then went back to my room and grabbed my wallet, pack of cigarettes, lighter, and a book that I was currently reading.
Misery by Stephen King. A fan had given it to me at our show last week.
I loved our fans, I swear, they were the sweetest people ever. They were always giving us stuff. We usually got a lot of cupons and shit for places like Starbucks, Buffalo Wild Wings, and fast food places. A lot of fans gave me books, which I apprciated. Angelo always got a lot of shirts and other clothes, so did the rest of us, but he got the most.
I think the greatest gift I've ever gotten was a H.I.M. necklace. I got it about a year and half ago from some girl who pretty much forced it into my hand after a show in Sacramento. She told me it was hers but she loved me so much that she wanted me to have it and to wear it.
I still did. Honestly, I only took it off to shower or when I go to bed. I'm sure that girl probably tells all her friend's that she was the one who gave me the necklace, it was cute.
Angelo got me out of my daydream by hitting me in the back of the head with one of my nearby books. I rubbed the back of my head and turned to look at him. "Stop daydreaming and let's go." he said.
I sighed and picked the book up, putting it back on the table and then followed him out to his car.
"So, you know we're going on tour again in a few days." Angelo said on the way to the tattoo parlor.
I looked up from my book. "Really?"
"Yeah. In like...two days."
"Damn...don't we ever get a break?"
He chuckled. "You knew about this before you joined."
"Good thing I learned all of TJ's parts." I said, putting the bookmark in and closing my book.
Recently, TJ quit. He just flat out quit. None of us were really happy with it but we got over it. I took over for him and we were currently trying to find a permant bassist. We had two fill ins. Devin and Violet. They were both great and both useful.
If Devin couldn't play, Violet would take over. And vice versa. We just hadn't settled on who we wouldn't for the permant position.
"For real." Angelo said as we got to the parlor.
He parked and we both got out and went inside. Our regular tattoo artist brought us back and I sat down, since Angelo was first. I started reading my book and was really getting into it when my phone rang.
I pulled it out of my pocket and looked down at the number and my eyes went wide.
