Good Vibrations

Getting lost

 Jeni threw her still smoking cigarette butt on the cold pavement before crashing it under her boot. She pulled the collar of her coat as the nocturnal cold wind was whipping her cheeks. Her whole body was shaking, though she was wearing gloves, a scarf, a warm coat, jeans and boots. But maybe the cold was not the only culprit; indeed, she was exhausted and her eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier. Unfortunately for her, she could not sleep for now. Her flat was too far from her. She spun round and frowned as she looked at the entrance of the Marquee Club. Bonnie still had not come out from it. She sighed in annoyance and started to tap her fingers on the collar of her coat she was still holding, as if she wanted to keep herself awake. Her ears were ringing, and she felt like her brain was knocking on each side of her skull. Jeni looked once again at the entrance and Bonnie's blonde hair covered with her velvet beret appeared. Bonnie was holding a cigarette between her two fingers and waited for getting out to light it. She noticed her friend, standing there on the pavement, covering her face with her collar.

“Oh my! It was a wonderful concert, wasn't it?!”

“It sure was. Bonnie, you stayed in there for more than an hour! I stayed only because I don't want you to get back home alone!”

“I told you to stay before they emptied the club! But you never listen to me.”

“So, have you met him?”

“Oh yes, I did! We drank two or three beers, and he said he was having a crush on me. Isn't this cute?”

“He can fuck whoever he wants, Bon'.”

“Maybe. But still, Rod Stewart is so hot.”

“If you say so. Can we go home, now? I'm falling asleep!”

“Let's go, let's go.”

Bonnie took out a lighter from her handbag and lit up her cigarette. She inhaled a puff and handed her cigarette to Jeni, who shook her head. Her friend shrugged and stuck it between her lips as they were walking in the empty streets of London. Jeni shivered even more whilst walking, even though she was wrapped up in her coat. She was freezing so much that she could barely speak. Bonnie's eyes were wandering all around, admiring her home town that she had never seen that empty. She smiled as she remembered some moments of the concert they had just been to.

“The Faces are really good, aren't they?” she said in a happy tone.

“Sure. Ron is a great guitarist.”

“Ron doesn't matter, it's all about Rod.”

“Bonnie,” Jeni sighed, “nothing is all about Rod! There's still Kenney, Ronnie and Ian! Besides, I prefer when Steve was here. I prefer the Small Faces to the Faces.”

“Rod's voice is way more powerful. And he's sexier.”

“You can't judge a singer just by the way he looks, Bon'! Rod is cute, it's true, but I still prefer Steve's voice.”

Bonnie shrugged and kept on smoking whilst walking. They remained silent for whole minutes, following the way a friend indicated them. After a while, they turned left at a small street named Shortgate. Noticing it was a dead-end street, Bonnie and Jeni frowned. They were standing in the middle of the road, trying to figure out how they ended up there.

“Are we sure we took the right street?” Jeni asked in her sleepy voice. “I feel like we're lost.”

“But didn't Heather say Shortgate?”

Jeni was completely confused. She was way too exhausted to think about anything more than a second. She felt more and more cold.

“Nah, we took the wrong way, obviously!” Bonnie whispered.