It was always you

Chapter 3

Grohl - March 2019

I shook myself form the memories and stared back at the TV screen. It was no good I couldn't concentrate on it. I reached for the remote and switched it off. Maybe music would be better. I stood, walked over to the stereo and put on an LP. Something loud and heavy was needed, I thought as I reached for Motörheads "Ace of Spades". I sat back down and took a large gulp of my whisky and sighed. What had I done? My life was such a fucking mess and I had no idea how to put it right. Actually that wasn't true, I knew exactly how to put it right, I just wasn't sure that what was right for me was right for everyone else.

-1997-
I hadn't seen or heard from Taylor in over a year. After the press conference I decided it wasn't a good idea for me to see him and I'd kept my distance. Everything I'd felt around him was just in the moment, nothing else. I also wanted to prove Pat wrong when he pointed out that Taylor was a lot like Kurt.

But now I was sitting with my phone in my hand, staring at it. Was I really gonna call him? Ever since William had quit the band I'd had Taylor in my head. He would be perfect for the Foo Fighters. But he was with Alanis and they were making it big time. Why would he want to leave her and join my little band? What was the point of calling him? I looked at the phone again and felt the disappointment wash over me. I really wanted to hear his voice again. Just the thought of talking to him made my heart race. I shook my head. It probably wasn't a good idea to call him. With a heavy heart, I put away the phone only to take it back out a moment later. Ah, what the hell, I thought, I could call and ask if he knows a drummer that would be interested in joining the band. No harm in that right? I could feel my hands shaking as I dialled his number. Why was I so nervous?

"Hawkins" he said when he answered. His voice was strained, like he was suspicious of the caller.

Now my heart was really racing. But I knew it was just nerves about speaking to a person I hadn't spoken to in almost a year for sure.

"Uhm. Hi. Its Dave. Eh Dave Grohl"

"Dave! Damn. I wasn't expecting you to call! How are you man?" he said and I could hear his voice change to his normal cheeky tone.

"I'm great. How are you?" I answered

"I'm fucking ace man!" he said "But to what do I owe the pleasure of having the mighty Grohl call?"

I blushed a little when he called me the mighty Grohl. I decided to get down to business as soon as possible. Just hearing his voice made my heart flutter, and I knew I was in deep water here.

"Yeah. Here's the thing. William left the band and we're a fucking drummer short. I was just wondering if you knew someone that might want to join the Foos?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment and then he said "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?"

"I'm a drummer."

"Yes I know that"

"And you're asking if I know someone else who wants to join your band?"

"Yes..."

"I want to join the band!" he exclaimed
I was shocked. He what?

"But... but you're with Alanis...." I started.

"I know. But I'm only her drummer. I want to be in a band man! Do the real thing. Create music together again. I fucking miss that!"

"So you want to join the band?" I asked again. I still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah! If you want me...." He suddenly sounded unsure of himself.

If you want me... oh he has no idea, I thought. I shook it off as soon as it entered my head.