Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 6-Slow Cheetah

A/N: The above picture was taken from a free pic from an article in the Chicago Sun-Times I think, just to give credit. It is NOT my child, though they do look rather alike, so it's the best I can do.

Sophia's POV

I'm in a room full of guitars. The room is packed with what seems like 100 guitars. Lots of Teles and Strats. Lots of acoustics like my guitar at home. It was a little too big for me when I first got it, but I grew into it fast. They say I'm tall for an 8 year-old. "Which do you want to play, Sophie?" I turn around and see John Frusciante speaking to me. 

I wake up in my big hotel bed. It's still dark outside but I can't sleep, knowing the dream I just had may come true today. John Frusciante is my favorite guitarist right now. My favorite guitarist changes every day. Some days, David Gilmore, other days, Jimi Hendrix, other days, Brian May.. But John is just awesome. 

This is way better than going to any amusement park. I get up out of bed and get in the shower, without waking my Mom, as she is fast asleep and she doesn't like to wake up early. We don't meet John at his house until noon because I guess he doesn't like to get up early either. I can't stop smiling. What will we play today? I know some songs really well, but I've only been playing for 2 years. I haven't seen my guitar teacher Brad for 6 months, so I taught myself to finish "Come As You Are," which I played for my Mom on Mother's Day. She said it was the best Mother's Day present ever and cried. 

I get dressed in the other Hello Kitty T-shirt my Aunt (she's not my Mom's sister, but to me she's my Aunt Kerri) bought for me yesterday and my comfy shorts. The sun is out now, but Mom is still sleeping. I want to wake her up, because I'm hungry. I go through the Chilis catalogue on our computer, and remember that I what I said to John isn't quite accurate. I do know chords at the beginning of "Slow Cheetah", and part of "Make You Feel Better."

Our computer is stuck on random play but I click on "Slow Cheetah" to see how much I remember, at low volume as not to wake Mom. Such a beautiful melody. Mom opens her eyes. "Mmmm, morning dear, time to wake up I guess?"

She sits up, rubs her eyes, and looks at me. She sighs as she looks at me. "Are you seriously going to wear 'Hello Kitty' today, Sophs?" I nod, up and down. "All right, whatever!" I don't know why my mom objects to Hello Kitty. I guess she thinks too girly. Well, I AM a girl even though I don't wear a lot of dresses and play soccer with both boys and girls. I don't know what her problem is. 

Breakfast is good, with toast with peanut butter, bananas, and coconut. You have to sit down while the servers wear masks. We're probably breaking a lot of rules by traveling up here, and visiting John since he's not family. 

We go back up to the hotel room and my Mom looks down at what she's wearing, which she calls her uniform. Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, short shorts that she's worn the past 2 days, and brown sandals. She looks somewhat embarrassed. "Hey, Mom? You should wear that sundress you have hanging over the chair. You look pretty in it."

"Aw, thank you sweetie!" Her face turns a little pink. "Aw, c'mon Ma, it's not fancy, I thought you bought it at Target!" She laughs. "You're right, Sophia. And it wasn't expensive, so why not? For the record, I am NOT trying to impress John, OK?" "Yeah, whatever, well it looks nice on you." 

She goes in the bathroom to change and when she comes out, she has a little bit of lipstick on and her hair is down. Much better, Mom, I think to myself. I get back to feeling excited and nervous about seeing John again. 

"C'mon, let's go." We get in the car and drive up into the Hollywood Hills. Where all the famous people live. We drive on really curvy roads, and her phone GPS is telling us "keep right, keep left, then slight right." "Yikes, slow down Mama!" I start to feel dizzy.