The Porsche, The Beetle And How I Got Here

Chapter 6

“Repeat that.” Rachel said and looked at me over her wineglass.

“Yes, for a minute there it sounded like you said, that you’ve got a job at the BBC… As a Top Gear Host.” David followed, looking at me with an equal amount of distrust to the truth for my story, I simply smiled and ran my finger along the edge of my wineglass.

“You heard right.” I said with a light shrug, glazing up at the two of them eyeing me like if I had gone nuts.

“You don’t believe me?” I asked the two of them, both giving me the “what the hell have you been smoking lately”-look.

“It sounds too amazing to be true.” Rachel pointed out, and poured down the last of her wine.

Me, being a little tipsy, sighed and took out my phone going through my contacts, looking for some kind of prove.

“Let’s call James then.” I told them before pressing “call” and lifting the phone to my ear.

David: “Call who?”

Rachel: “You are not calling James May right now, are you?”

“I am indeed.” I told her while nodding, just as the call got answered.

“Hello?” James’ voice echoed through the connection, making me grin.

“Hi James!”

“Is she really talking to James May?” Rachel said in a mix between awe and confusion.

“I don’t know, but I really hope so.” David replied, the both of them staring on me.

“Karen? Why are you calling? Is everything alright?”  he asked and I felt slightly bad for calling him this late, what if he’d been in the middle of something important, and he’d stopped because he thought I’d driven my car into a lake or something?

“Yes, I’m fine. Is my call inconvenient, because I can just call back later.”

“Nonono, don’t worry. Now, why are you calling?” he asked again, and moved around on the other side.

“Ehm you see, I’m with my friends right now. Best friends, they’re like siblings to me, and I just told them about the show and stuff, and they don’t believe me, could you maybe, if you have the time of course, talk to them and convince them that I’m not a lying bastard?” I said, biting my lower lip. At this point the two others at the table sat and stared at each other, communicating in silence as they slowly started realising that this wasn’t a joke. 

“Yes of course.” He laughed, and I smiled widely.

“Good, I’ll put you on speaker real quick, give me a sec.” I told him, removed the phone, pressed “speaker” and put the phone down on the table.

“Can you hear me, James?” I asked, looking directly at my friends, waiting to see their reactions. Again, I’d like to remind you that we were all a bit tipsy.

“Loud and clear.” He responded in an amused tone.

“Oh My God!!” Rachel whined into her palms as she stared at the phone, like if it was the first time she’d ever seen one.

“Hi, hello, are you James May?” David asked, still not fully convinced.

“Yup.”

“And is I true that Karen is going to be a Top Gear host?” David asked and eyed me.

“If she still wants the job.” James replied. I looked over at Rachel, who was still covering her mouth, with tears forming in her eyes.

“Oh my god…” she whispered, not removing her eyes from the phone.