Right Place, Right Time {Michael Clifford}

2. One Bass Player to Another

-Cylan-

I slide my Cajon towards the back of our little stage and head off in the direction of our apartment. Sweat pouring down every inch of my body (as disgusting as it sounds), I just want a nice relaxing shower. I love performing in Chilled Riot but I hate how stuffy the air gets in there. It's like no air circulates back behind my drum set. I begin to reach for the door, leading upstairs when Dave stops me. "There are some familiar faces that would love to see you." He smiles.

Excitement lowly spreading, I quickly follow him back into the dining area. I look in the middle of the room, where the girls were huddling around someone. Many thoughts run through my mind but go out the window the second I see Margret, holding Cade on her lap. "Hey! There's the other rockstar." Marg exclaims.

The girls spread apart so I could see my baby brother for the first time in weeks. "Sissy!" Cade gurgles. A massive smile lights my face up like the Fourth of July.

"Hi there kiddo." I run my hand through the hair that I could, considering he had his kid mufflers on. "Did you enjoy the show?" I question; already knowing what he will do.

"Mmh," Cade has the attention span of a nut so he is already onto a different thing. "Georgie!" He happily clapped, mispronouncing "Geordie" as per usual. She, of course, sent him a small wink making his entire day. That kid is obsessed with everything and anything Geordie.

"Girls, we have official business to talk about. Sorry little Cado." Dave apologizes, but still has a childish grin upon his face. We all follow Dave back to where we usually have our band meetings, in a small office in the back of the restaurant. "Sit down, I can't contain this any longer." Dave excitedly orders.

"Okay whew," He exasperatedly wipes his forehead. "Last night at your amazing set, completely seamless. You had quite a few admirers and rumor has it that they might come to watch you all perform here either tomorrow night or next weekend!"

"Whoops" and "Hell yeah"'s were heard throughout the room as we celebrated.

"Wait, who are you talking about? Who is going to come and see us?" Lainey asks; her breathing becoming ragged.

Dave has a mischievous smirk, replacing his child-like smile, as he stares back at the five of us. He pauses for dramatic effect, glancing over at me as a cue for a drum roll. I'm too anxious for this, I need to know! His silence is really starting to piss me off. "Five Seconds of Summer." My heart, and jaw drops right open, I swear it feels broke.

"You are lying." Maddie gapes, her eyes practically bugging out of her eye sockets.

"I wouldn't lie, I even saw them jamming in the crowd." Dave explains, trying to show how he isn't insane.

Geordie and I both share a look of "holy hell we were right" and Maddie screams out in pure happiness. "What if they are genuinely impressed with you girls?" She literally starts gasping and pulling on her face, losing her shit.

Dave simply shrugs, not entirely dismissing the idea of them watching us. "Their manager said that they would come a little bit before the show starts."

There is a polite knock on the conference door, slightly opening to reveal one of the workers in Chilled Riot. Aka Ryan, which is Lyd's boy toy. "May I see Lydia Mr. Workfield whenever you get done?" Ryan awkwardly smiles.

"Yeah, we were just finishing." Dave giddily smiles back. He loves Ryan as if he were his own son, but Ryan looks as if he could shit bricks every time he comes near Dave. And he has mentioned on various occasions that he ships "Lyan" so hard. Yes, he is fifty two years old and knows what the term "ship" means.