Wait until the music's over

51. Elvis, the beard and Schroedinger's kisses (Pt. 2)

"Anyway your hair is great. Is it something permanent or...?" Dave is at the counter, saying goodbye before leaving, his lovely friend is a few steps behind.

"It's just a coloring shampoo with highlights, it'll go away by washing it..."

"Well they look amazing on you!"

"Suuuure and they have this very... psychobilly vibe in this context." Kurt shares his mind, points his index finger up and turns it around, as to point at the diner's style "No need to say, the psycho part suits you the most"

"Ha-ha"

"Ok, back to the important stuff: what's your decision?" Dave inquires and it's like he was jumping in place, but keeping his feet well grounded on the floor.

"How can I say no to you?"

"Well, like you did when you dumped him, for example?" Cobain answers my rethorical question and acts confused when both his friend and I give him an annoyed look "What? I said it was an example!"

"You're coming then! Great!" Dave shrugs Kurt's comment off in a second and flashes me another big smile of his. One that makes me think that maybe it would all be much easier if I hadn't dumped him. Or maybe not?

"Yes, but I don't wanna stay out late, ok?"

"Don't worry, you just have to stay for the concert... and a little after the concert, can you?"

"All these fine feelings... you'd like to know my ears are bleeding"

"No, Kurt, we're not interested really. See you at the Off Ramp at 8 then" first I address the singer, who's dramatically wrapping his scarf around his head, then Dave.

"I can come and get you if you want"

"Don't worry, we can meet there"

**

The time at the diner goes unusually fast. Maybe because it was one of the few times I wished it wouldn't pass. The longer I stay out of home, the easiest it is to avoid certain phone calls... I finally get back home and as I enter the apartment and see it's all dark inside I think I got away with it for tonight, at least until the door of my roommate's bedroom opens wide right when I'm walking in front of it.

"Hey Meg, still awake?"

"Mmm" she mumbles as she trots through the hallway into the kitchen.

A coincidence? I don't think so. I remain puzzled in the middle of the hallway, until I can hear her turning on the tap. Simple thirst. I shrug and go straight into my room.

"Good night" I whisper as I hear her barefoot steps coming closer again and her reply consists into getting into my bedroom and grab me by the arm as I'm taking my pyjiama from under the pillow. Needless to say, I'm about to have a stroke.

"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

"Angie, you can't act like this"

"Sure I can! You scared me to death!"

"I mean with Eddie. Here" Meg lets me go only after she's put the phone in my hand.

"What the hell does it mean?"

"I get you're disappointed after San Diego, but you can't avoid him forever"

"Meg what the... look, you're making a fuss for nothing" I try to keep calm as I stare at the phone as if she'd just given me an ignited bomb. Did he call again?

"Shut up and call Eddie" she orders but doesn't look so threatening given her half shut eyes and sleepy voice.

"But... I called him already" I blatantly lie and I'm usually very good at it. It shoud be easier with her senses blurred by sleep.