Bassist Wanted. (Nick Valensi Love Story)

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Julian's PoV

I arrived back at the apartment, and tossed the albums in the middle of the guys.

Nick, Al and Fab all scrambled for the albums.

"Yo, Nirvana!" Nick cried in happiness. Fab grinned and hugged his Led Zeppelin album. Albert gawked at his Lynyrd Skynyrd album.

"Dude." Albert stuttered.

"You are literally the best, man." Nick said, placing the record flat onto his lap.

"Yes, I know. And guess what?" I said, folding my arms in front of my chest.

They all looked up at me.

"I may have found a bassist." I announced.

They all cheered.

I hoped deep down, that she honestly would get the letter.

Ladonna's PoV

I drove home in that horrible weather, and stumbled up the slippery stairs to my apartment. The elevator had been out of order for about a month, and I was secretly starting to wonder if the operators decided not to fix the elevator for everybody's inconvenience.

"Home so soon?" A familiar voice called from the kitchen. It was my sister, Ambrosia.

She sat at the glass, circular table in the kitchen, seeming to sort a huge pile of papers.

"Yeah, they let us leave early."

"Good. You can help me sort these papers, then." Ambrosia decided, pursing her lips, her emerald eyes that were identical to mine, shifting up towards me.

I shrugged.

"Okay." I said, tossing the paper that the man with the shades gave me earlier onto the floor beside my chair.

"Alright. Lawsuits are here, restraining orders go here... And blank paperwork goes in the middle."

"Gotcha." I said as Ambrosia gave me a huge stack of papers. That stack was literally just half of the already huge pile.

Ambrosia is 21, two years older than me. She's a lawyer, and she always has piles among piles of paperwork to full out and organize.

She always thinks of organizing as pacifying, and she doesn't realize that's she's a workaholic.

I sorted the papers, much slower than she did. Every so often, I would get distracted, and read the paperwork.

"Hey! We're never gonna get this done, Ladonna." Ambrosia complained. Her stack was almost gone. She split my stack in half, and began taking care of those too.

"So many cases," I noted, going back to work. Ambrosia nodded.

"Yeah. People who are accident prone, people who have insecurities. People who think ahead. People who aren't responsible. So many kinds of people, Lad. So many kinds of people make these cases what they are today." Ambrosia sighed, waving her hand in the air, as if to shoo away all of the kinds of people that she mentioned.

"How about people who play bass? Or people who work too much?" I joked, mentioning us.

She simply smiled and rolled her eyes. I didn't even realize that the whole stack was now organized into three smaller ones.

I put them into separate folders, and Ambrosia packed them away in her briefcase.

"Thanks, Ladonna." Ambrosia thanked, getting up from the table, and getting her jacket.

"Leaving so soon?" I asked, looking up at her. She tugged on her coat, and looked at me like I was crazy.

"So soon? I've been here for two hours."

I looked flatly at her, regretting that I gave her a key.

"What? I needed a change of scenery!" She said on her way out, locking the door behind her, and letting some snow in.

I walked into the kitchen, taking some hot chocolate mix, pouring it into water, and popping into the microwave for 2 minutes. As I went to change, I noticed the piece of paper that had been thrown on the floor by me.

I looked at the crumpled, damp paper, and picked it up gingerly. I smoothed it out, removing the fine creases from the paper.

I sighed lowly.

I guess I really wasn't going to go anywhere at this point.

I grabbed the phone from the receiver on the wall, and punched in the number.