Désobéissance - Palaye Royale

Chapter 2

II

HAVING FUN

I spend the rest of the afternoon at work. I have been a waitress in a bar for three years now even if I still crash at my parents because I don't have a lot of money to buy or rent an appartement. I don't have the courage yet to speak to my boss about my band project at the moment nor to my parents.

Around 10 p.m., Ellie sends me a text message inviting me to come and have a drink with her boyfriend Matt. I hit the road after putting my favorite guitar in the trunk of my car. Once in the stairwell of the apartment, the sound of Ghost's "Mummy Dust" tickles my ears. I hum it while climbing the steps. Ellie opens the door for me and hugs me.

She has such a communicative joy that we giggle just by looking at each other.

"I think you will quickly switch into "groupie mode" if that continues!"

Matt doesn't seem to like our enthusiasm for Palaye Royale's tour, and he knows very well that calling us "groupie" is something that we hate a lot. We're the opposite of this kind of fan. What we like before the musicians and their physique is their music, even if we have already fantasized at times about some of them. We're human after all. But the comparison stops there.

"Oh! He has been tiring me with this since midday..."

"I'm teasing you. But you can be sure that I'll watch you when we go to Los Angeles."

He says it jokingly, but I can tell he's a little worried anyway. Him and Ellie have been together for two years. They met at a metal music festival. Matt was a volunteer at the bar, they quickly sympathized and saw each other again a few days later. And since then it's love at first sight. He's six years older than her, but it's never been a problem. There passion for music binds them. He's also a guitarist and a big metal fan.

Behind his impressionnent appearances, he's actually a big teddy bear. He has a scary rocker look with his long hair and slightly scary tattoos on his arms as a nod to his favorite style of music.

He serves me a beer.

"Uh... A fruit juice will be fine for tonight, thank you."

"You, you had too much drink last night."

"Until proven otherwise, you're not my mother Ellie!" I said jokingly.

She sticks her tongue out before drawing my attention to her laptop. She has already scoured the ad sites to find us musicians looking for a group.

"I sent emails and I have already received two positive answers for the audition."

"Wow! You haven't stumbled on what I see."

"I proposed them to do it Tuesday that comes if that's okay with you. I know this is your day off and Matt knows a band who are ready to leave us their rehearsal room and borrow their drums."

"I see you've already thought of everything."

Ellie shakes her head in response. She as a perfect organization and I must admit that I'm sometimes a little jealous of her. I rub my hands with enthusiasm.

"I look forward to see the results. I brought my guitar back, there are a few riffs that I would like to show you."

"I would love to be as creative as you."

"Don't underestimate yourself Ellie. You're as good as I am at finding songs."

"Yes but you have that extra thing that makes it sound great right away."

"She's right Lex', most of your ideas are great." Adds Matt.

Their compliments make me blush and I automatically tug a lock of my hair behind my ear and then I take my guitar out of its case and plug it into one of Matt's amps.

The rest of the evening goes pretty fast. I show Ellie a few compositions that she hastens to resume with me, and over the notes, we manage to make them sound like real songs.

We're doing a little break and taking the opportunity to check out the ad Ellie posted a few hours ago. Many messages from interested musicians fill her mailbox. 

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