SEPTEMBER OF 1984
It was 4am, you and your boyfriend Randy Castillo were in bed. Randy's right leg is broken, and he has a cast up to his knee — pretty uncomfortable to sleep with. He is awake, and you are asleep next to him. Randy shuffled to fix his shorts a bit, then closed his eyes before the phone rang on the bedside table. Randy leaned over to pick it up, making sure that he didn't wake you, then answered.
"Hello?" He quietly answered.
"Hey man, we got a gig for you!" The person on the line spoke, it was Tommy Lee of Mötley Crüe.
"That's great dude, but I've got a broken leg." Randy stated, glancing at you asleep next to him.
"Ozzy Osbourne needs a drummer. He wants you." Tommy said.
"I don't think I'm in the shape to play." Randy added.
"Here talk to him." Tommy passed the phone to a man with a thick accent, that Randy couldn't really understand.
"Who is this?" Randy asked the man talking.
"This is Ozzy, you cunt!" It was Ozzy Osbourne himself.
"Wow Ozzy? Cool man." Randy was a huge fan of Black Sabbath.
"I want you to be my new drummer." Ozzy said. "I've heard you play. You're good."
"Trust me." Randy said. "It'd be the gig of a lifetime, but I don't think I can. I've got a broken leg."
"I don't care if you pound on the table." Ozzy responded. "I just want to see you play."
"Okay." Randy answered. "I'll try."
"Come by tomorrow and I'll organize it." Ozzy said. "I'll see you then."
"Okay, cool man." Randy said. "I appreciate it. Bye."
Randy hung up the phone and whispered "fuck" to himself.
You started to move, making Randy kiss your cheek and apologize for waking you.
"It's fine, baby." You said, touching his bare chest. "Who was that on the phone?"
"Tommy Lee." Randy said. "Then uh, Ozzy Osbourne."
Hearing that name suddenly made you more awake. "Who?"
"Ozzy Osbourne. The lead singer of Black Sabbath." Randy went on. "He needs a new drummer and he wants me."
"Randy, that's amazing." You said. "Why don't you seem happy about it?"
"He wants to hear me play." Randy answered. "I've got this fucking thing." He motioned towards the cast on is leg, his voice getting louder.
"Shh." You kissed him. "I know you can do this. Randy, you're an awesome drummer. I'm not just saying that."
"Yeah I know." Randy glanced at the clock. "It's four thirty."
"You should try and sleep." You mumbled, putting your head on his chest. "Is this happening tomorrow?"
"Mhm." Randy answered you, moving one of your curly tendrils away from your face.
A FEW HOURS LATER; 9:30 AM
"Randy, wake up." You said, getting up and opening the blinds.
Randy covered his face and groaned.
"I'd let you sleep longer, but your audition with Ozzy is today." You sat next to Randy who was now sitting up against the headboard.
"Believe me, I didn't forget." He joked, making you smirk.
