It's So Easy | Buddy Holly

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February 2nd, 1959. Clear Lake, Iowa. 11:22pm

"That was a rocking show!" Dion exclaims, wandering into Buddy and I's dressing room.

Buddy nods and smiles. "It was great!" He walks over and pats Dion on the back.

They both look at me.

"Well, Vi, how was it?" Dion asks.

"Trés bon! J'adore jouer les tambours."

"Will you ever stop that?"

"Peut-être après la tournée." I lean forward and touch my toes. Sitting on a bus is one way to get stiff.

"Jeez, flexible much?" Dion says.

I slowly lean backup. "Shhhh, cheerleading."

"You spoke english!"

"Cheerleadin' is the same in French, Dion." Buddy says. "Anyways, have you called that girl yet? What was her name?"

"Dorothy." I blurt.

"No! I'm gonna go right now!" Dion says loudly and bolts out of the room.

Buddy and I look at eachother. I know exactly what he's going to say.

"I know, I'll call them soon." I say before Buddy can mention it.

"They're your siblings, they need t'know that there's a book about you."

"I know."

Buddy walks back over to me and grabs my hands, facing me. "A series, not just a book."

I look down. "I'm scared about what they're going to say."

"I understand, Vi." He says, squeezing my hands. "I would be scared too. Have you read anymore of the books?"

"I haven't read past the first page of the first book."

"I get that. I'd offer to read them, but I don't pick up too much French."

I look back up. "Hey, you're getting better!" I smile. "You read the dedication by yourself, and I haven't even given you actual lessons."

"Thanks, doll."

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Okay, I guess. I feel sorta weird, like today is my last?"

"Don't say that, it's not!" I frown. "You can't die yet."

He looks at me seriously. Is he mad? "I won't die... EVER." He grins.

Nope, he's not mad, thank God.

"Immortality is going to suck when I die." I joke.

"You're right, I don't think I could move on." He lets go of my hands and moves them to my waist. "I dunno what t'do without you."

I drape my arms around his shoulders. "Same here, really."

"I love you."

"I love you too." I smile.

He pulls me into him and rests his head on mine. "I really wanna go home." He whispers.

I rest my head on his chest. "Me too." I whisper back. "Jude is probably really tired of taking care of Ginger."

"Hey, atleast we're payin' her. Besides, she's an old widow, I think she likes takin' care of Ginger."

"I think she does, too. It gives her something to do besides babysit her great grandkids." I sigh. "How old is she now?"