The Studio

3. A Taste of Heaven

Since meeting Carlos, and knowing that practices and studio recordings were on Thursdays, it seemed as if the appointed take took forever to roll around. Wednesday would just drag its stupid as feet along and finally, Thursday. Or it could just be me and my excitement to see the guy again. I had thought about Carlos ever since that night of 'Simon Says' at the studio. Tonight, I would meet the rest of the group and they would be recording their tracks to the new song that Ty and I had put together. Although, I think I was more interested in seeing him again than the rest of the group and obviously under different terms. Well some things must be endured. This will most certainly prove to be a challenge.

I dressed carefully, choosing another denim skirt similar to the one I had worn before, black and just as short, with a thin strapped white tank top minus the boob apparatuses for extra support. My ladies knew how to stand at attention without being supported; I was not worried. Some black thronged flip flops and my purse, and I was casually ready to go. Waiting for some sign of headlight pouring through the front window, I sat in the living room shaking the shit out of my leg. Nerves and anticipation always did that me. Really, mini earthquakes have been suspected by the parental because of this horribly embraced habit.

My mom came into the room to witness me shaking away; probably felt a shift in the earth's plates or something. I quickly tried to relax before her suspicion got wind of it, but once she had seen it, I was convinced it was too late.

"Going to the studio again huh?" She asked as she sat under the lamp for another night of reading. My heart skipped a beat and I felt stupid for it; it shouldn't be this hard to act nonchalant.

"Um, yeah...not sure what time I'll be back though..."

I had uncrossed my active leg and placed it flat on the carpeted floor, but it wasn't too long after that I began tapping my feet obliviously and nibbling at my lower lip. My mom slanted a glance at me from the corner of her eyes, and then returned her attention to her book. I should have known the gist was up.

"Nervous?" She asked in a distracted voice. My mother had a knack for smelling a lie, so I had to be very crafty too with her.

"No I'm just excited." I piped up; pressing a finger against the leaping pulse in my throat. Why did the damn thing have to be so restless right at this very moment? Nevertheless, it was 100% true. I was indeed excited; excited to get my hands on Carlos.

"I'll be ,meeting the rest of the group tonight..." Not that that really mattered to me, but once again, truth and more excuses for my reaction.

Finally,a horn blew outside and I was up and mobile; heading for the door and calling goodbyes over my shoulders. What a relief. When I stepped outside, I didn't see that black, sleek glossy car, it was a red Explorer and in it was the ever yapping Ty. I deflated on the spot, and dragged my feet to the car. I mentally kicked myself to cheer up for the sake of the girl and so I put on the charades.

"Hey hon!" She greeted as she snapped her phone shut.

"Hey Ty, how'd you know where I lived?" Yeah, that was as cordial as I could get. No 'how are you', 'how was your day', nope; just a weak curiosity of how this chick knew where to find little old me.

She applied lip gloss to already shimmering lips and made a sticky, wet popping sound with her lips. This was what they called sexy? Okay...

"Carlos gave me the directions. I live closer to you so more than likely I'll be your ride there from now on." She said as if she was more than happy to have a car buddy.

"Oh cool..." Oh fuck! Now I had to wait even longer to see him, and to top it off, it'll be like that every night? With Ty? The ever yapping lip smacking word munching Ty? Oh fucking kill me now why don't you! I leaned against the door with my head resting on my bent wrist and body language blaring that I was closed for convos and wondered if Ty had plans to move anytime soon. I wanted Carlos only and yes I was a bitch for being upset over something so trivial. Don't care.