Restless Serenade

Part 1

 

It was really late. So late it was early. The moon shone high in the sky, and it lit the whole of the living room.

I had left Mi in our cozy bed, my socks abandoned beneath the twisted sheets. Walking my way to the kitchen, my feet were chilly against the usually warm wood. I deeply regretted being a restless sleeper. It usually resulted in sockless treks to the bathroom, among other things.

Tonight was just a bad night. Too much buzzing around in my brain. Every time I closed my eyes, I would worry, about everything and nothing at all. Miles was leaving to Los Angeles to record a new album in a weeks time. Normally I'd go with him, since my mother still lives in town, but not this time. This time I was on a mission of my own too. Next week I'd be starting rehearsal for an off Broadway show. My first. I was nervous, but I'd been on stage reciting lines since I was ten. The stage was my home away from home. I could do this. But ever since Miles has come into my life, theatre isn't the first priority anymore. It's us.

Miles and I met in the worst meet cute situation imaginable. We were both plastered in a bar in New York. I was auditioning day and night, and I wanted to let loose. I lost my friends half way through my drunken binge, and met the most handsome man at the jukebox.

"Hi, I'm Alex." He'd said.

Me, being drunker than a pirate said, " Hi Alex, do you know where the restroom is?"

He'd laughed harder than he'd probably meant to, picking out a Smiths song to play. He was probably drunker than he lead on as well, seeing as he'd led me to the men's restroom.

And that's where Mi and I met. With his fly down, holding a cocktail in both hands.

"Come to join me lovely?" He had giggled, holding out one of his glasses to me. It was blue, and looked dangerous. So I reached out my hand.

"Don't mind if I do."

He'd waited for me at the door, making sure no one else barged into the men's while I relieved myself, giggling along to the music in the air as I sat.

When I'd made it out, drink in hand and higher than a kite, he asked me to dance.

"As long as my drink wasn't spiked, then yes."

"Smart of ya, but no. Was actually for me mate Alex...wherever he's gone to."

"Smaller boy, slicked back hair, blue suit?" I said

"That's the one! Have you seen the little lad?"

"He's the one who led me to the men's. And he's currently standing on that pool table."

Miles whipped around, looking to Alex, who was singing along to the song playing over the crowd.

"My sweet, soft lad...g'wed...." he mumbled to himself.

We'd soon learn how important this moment really was.

"I'm an alligator! I'm a mama papa comin' for you!" Alex shouted.

For being smashed he had a wonderful voice I'd thought.

"I'm the space invader!" Miles sang back to him.

I couldn't hold it in after that.

"I'll be a rock 'n' roll bitch, for yoouuu!"