Bassist Wanted. (Nick Valensi Love Story)

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Ladonna's PoV

A thin coat of sweat rested on my fingers as I dialed the number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Four rin-

"Hello?" His voice came. I jumped nervously.

"Uh...hi."

"Who is this?"

"Ladonna."

"Who?"

"The clerk from Accent Music." I clarified, putting a palm to my face warily.

"Ah, yes. Our bassist."

I felt heat rising in my cheeks.

"I never agreed to that." I stated quickly, swallowing.

"Well, there would be no other reason for you to call, then." He responded.

I sighed.

"So...you have a band, I take it." I said the obvious. I could hear the crinkling of cellophane on the other line.

"Yeah. We've got two guitarists. A drummer. And a vocalist. And no bassist." He said. His statement was followed by a long pause.

"We really need this. We can't go anywhere without a bassist."

"Good point. And I can't really go anywhere without a band, I guess."

"So are you in?"

I sighed.

"Sure."

"Awesome. You have no idea what this means for the band."

"It means that you guys can actually go somewhere?"

"Exactly." He said.

"I don't even know your name." I pointed out.

"Oh, right. Julian. Julian Casablancas." He said from the other line.

"Ah. I'm Ladonna Becker."

"Cool." Julian said. I could picture him nodding.

"So are you free tonight?"

"Uh.... Yeah, but do you see it outside?" I asked.

"Come to the bar, at eight thirty." He invited, as if he hadn't heard what I just said.

"The one right across from my job?"

"Yep. Then you can see the rest of the band" Julian answered.

"Fine." I agreed. I hung up, and looked at the clock. It was roughly 5:43-ish. I decided to go as I was already, although I despised not getting changed.

I sat on my couch, deciding warily to change into a comfortable house dress for the time being, and flopped on my couch, with my hot chocolate.

I watched about four old episodes of Family Feud. As a newer episode came on, I looked at the clock, and realized that it was about 7:45.

I hopped off the couch, and got changed.

I looked at the clothes I had on before, and then went to my closet to put on a fresh outfit.

So I chose a red polo, with a warm cardigan over it. On the bottom, a pair of black skinny jeans, and my old Chucks.

I brushed my short, pixie-cut brown hair, and sprayed it lightly with hairspray, and spiked it up with my fingers.