The Barista's Girl

Chapter 33 - Killing My Beautiful Sleep!!

Xander's POV -

I groan at the noise invading my senses and destroying my sleep. I blindly search around the bed for my phone, too tired to open my eyes.

Finally, I find the destroyer of my sleep. Slowly I open my eyes, trying to rub away the sleep and focus on the blaring phone. I see the name 'Becy' flash on the screen. I quickly look at the clock which shows 3:13 a.m.

What can I say my best friend has a knick knack for oddities?

But another thought dreads me, what if she needs my help?

Halting my overactive thoughts, I pick up the call.

"Hello Andy! Good morning," a chirpy, excited voice greets me as I groan at the loudness, just wanting to go back to sleep.

"Hey Becy," I reply back groggily, still trying to clear the haze of sleep.

"Are you okay? You sound a bit sick?" Becy asks me, concern lacing her voice.

"I am fine. My voice is like that because I just woke up."

"Oh, you slept in today? I mean usually around six you take Oreo out for a walk. So, I thought you'd be up."

"Six? It's not six, it's three damn a.m," I reply bitterly, my sleep clouding my rational thoughts.

"What? Three a.m.? Andy I think your clock broke, it's clearly six a.m. So, rise and shine!" Becy cheerfully argues.

"You mean my wall clock, watch and mobile clock all are broken at the same time?" I reply, flatly.

"It can happen, speaking from experience."

"How did you even manage to break all three at the same time?"

"Hey! Don't say it like that. Everything is possible, especially when a girl's on her period and had a sh!tty day," Becy argues back.

"Rebecca, honey, where are you right now?" I ask, sighing from sleep and exhaustion.

"In my room?" she replies, but it comes out like a question.

"I was referring to the state."

"New York," Becy answers as I patiently wait for her to understand her own answer.

"Oh sh!t, I forgot San Francisco is three hours behind New York. If it's six here, obviously it's going to be three there. Damn it, I am so sorry Xander. I didn't intend to wake you up. But, now that you are already awake let's just get over this long overdue conversation. I know you have been trying to call me these days, but the studio has been keeping me on toes. I am so sorry, I am a horrible friend," Becy says in one breathe.

It takes a few seconds for my sleepy brain to let her words sink in.

"No, Becy it's okay, we all have those crazy busy days. I am just happy to see you are liking it there and yes, you definitely are a horrible friend for killing my beautiful sleep," I reply dramatically.

"Oh shut up, Grumpy. You'll do just fine if you sleep an hour less. Anyway, back to New York, I like the studio and everything, but still I miss San Francisco. So, as soon as these auditions and trial rounds are over, I am coming back home from the first flight."

"How are the auditions going?" I ask as I run my hand through my hair in a poor attempt to tame my bed hair.

"They are going great. I mean, I am giving my best, but let's see how it turns out," Becy answers, uncertainty slipping into her voice.

"Rebecca, you are one of the best RJ's I have ever heard or met. So, don't doubt yourself. We both know better than anyone else to not listen to others, but our own voices and belief. I am sure you'll do great, with or without this job. You have true talent which cannot be hidden for long. So, don't let this job be the grader or judge of your talent. Yes, it's a great job that can boost your career. But, it's not the only job out there. So, no matter if you get this job or not, you'll always end up being a RJ, if you wish to be one."