LITTLE THINGS

Chapter 2

SAM'S P.O.V

Taking a nap is always nice until one phone call wakes you up.

"Who's speaking?"  I answered the phone still not wanting to open my eyes.

"Hey I'm Cooper, Tom Cooper.  I'm the band manager.  Can I speak to Sam?"

I tried to study the voice for a second before seriously sit and talk properly.  "I am Sam.  Hey."

"Oh cool.  Sam, do you have time?  I have a project for you."

"Are you real?"  I murmured the worst question of the month.

"Hahaha...  Of course I am.  What do you think, Sam, I'm a ghost?"

"No no no.  I'm sorry Tom.  Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I really want to meet you.  Can I see you somewhere?"

"Uh...sure, actually I'll have a 2 hours tiny performance at the Starbucks today, starts from 3 pm.  You can meet me at 5, probably?"

"You're performing?  Cool!  No I guess I'm gonna just watch you perform first."  Tom chuckled.

"What?  It's 2 hours.  You'll get bored."

"Jeez.  I'm the band manager.  I've watched a 10 hours of performance non-stop, so leave me alone."  He laughed, which made me laughing too.

"Okay.  Anything you want."

"Sure.  Starbucks at 3.  See you, Sam."

He was about to hang up the phone but I stopped him.  "Hey Tom, but how could I recognize you?  I haven't met you before."

"But I have known you.  So I'll say hi first.  Talk to you soon!  Kill the show alright.  Bye!"

I can only say bye after the beep.  He's so excited.  I don't know.  Where did he find me?  Oh, YouTube, of course.  Whatever, I better dress up.  I wore the dark grey oversized sweather, black skinny jeans, curled my hair, put some rings on my fingers, eyeliner, eyelashes, natural lipstick, and I'm ready.  It's gonna be one of my first live show.  So fingers crossed.

"Mom, I'm leaving!"  I shouted.

Oh, right.  I forgot to tell Mom, or she forgot my schedule, that I'll have a show today.  Besides, she's leaving with Dad before me.  So let's just drive away.

I drove my car to the Starbucks.  Thank God it's still quite, the store has only one or two guests.  I'd like to see this situation whenever I'm preparing myself to sing.  I soon unloaded the stuff, guitar it's pedals.  The store manager has given me a piano on this little stage, so I didn't need to bring mine.  I took a shot on every instrument until I'm sure that they're ready to rock.

"A green tea latte please, thank you."  I told to the barista.  We had no guests yet, so I can order from my place by yelling a bit louder.  Swaggy Sam.

I was enjoying the green tea latte in this beautiful rainy day, until I saw 3 cars parked at the front car park.  Soon I saw around 15 guys came out.  They looked like celebrities but I can't guess who.  

"Hey guys!"  The barista welcomed them warmly like the guys were the store's owners.

"Hey!  The usuals, bro!"  One of them high-fived the barista and took the seats in front of me.  Jeez, I should admit that they're look so fit, and....familiar?  I tried to keep bowing my head, looking the ticking watch on my wrist, counting down the time.  It's 10 minutes away from my performance.  Dang it.  Would they stay longer?  For Pete's sake, please no.