Being In The Band
Being In The Band
Brian placed the receiver of the phone back on its cradle and immediately
felt like hitting himself in the head.
"Dammit, Tommy!" He yelled.
"Whoa, why are you cursing Tommy?" His cousin Kevin asked as he walked
in the house and to the fridgerator.
"Because he did something stupid, thatís why," Brian said, standing up
and walking out onto the patio. The rest of his bandmates, Nick,
Howie, and AJ met him. They were all at Kevinís house for a barbecue
before they continued their world tour, the tour that was considered the
biggest of the year. They were currently taking the long weekend
off, relaxing in Florida until they had to fly to Michigan in two days.
Everyone had gone their separate ways as soon as they got off the plane
from Maryland, but as usual, the bandís keyboardist and guitarist, Tommy
and Dennis, went off together and decided to stick together for the break.
They had a bit of a reputation on tour for horsing around, though it never
got too serious.
"Its serious, now," Brian said to himself under his breath as he sat down.
He waited until Kevin came outside, then took a deep breath.
"That page was from Tommy," he started.
"What did he want, another prank?" Nick asked, trying to wrestle
AJ into the pool.
Brian shook his head. "No, not another prank."
"What, was he complaining about Guido again?" AJ asked, darting around
behind Nick and pushing him closer to the pool.
"No, not about Guido," Brian said, starting to continue.
"Then what is it, Frick? Spit it out!" Nick demanded.
"If youíre quiet long enough, Iíll tell you!" Brian exclaimed.
He took another deep breath. "Tommyís not playing with us for the
rest of the tour," he said quietly, looking down at his lap.
"What did you say?" Kevin asked, turning around from facing the grill.
Brian cleared his throat and spoke louder. "He and Dennis were fooling
around and Tommy broke his wrist, he wonít be able to play until after
the New Year sometime, he canít play for the rest of this year, he can
barely move it."
He heard gasps all around, then a splash as AJ finally managed to push
Nick in the pool.
"You mean, we donít have a pianist for the remainder of the tour?"
Howie asked, speaking up first.
Brian shrugged. "Iím not too sure, he said he was going to call around
and ask some of his friends to cover for him, but heís not too sure
if he can get anyone to, we might have to postpone some dates."
"Just where are we going to find someone who knows the music well enough
to join us in two days? Of course weíll need to postpone, it canít
be helped," AJ said, sitting in a lawn chair and eyeing Nick warily as
he hoisted himself out of the pool.
"Thereís a meeting for everyone tomorrow, at Jive, conference call connecting
everyone. Mindiís in New York and everyone else is scattered across
Florida, so weíll have to have one of the longest and most costly meeting
in terms of phone bills," Brian stated.
"So do we know whatís up? Is there a chance that we can have someone
who knows the music well enough to join us on tour on such a short notice?"
Nick asked as he walked over to AJ. He squeezed out his hair and
extra shirt over AJís head, getting him wet.
"Tommy said he had a few people in mind, he hoped that one of them would
be able to do it. He told me that heíd get back to us all at the
meeting tomorrow," Brian said.
Kevin sighed and turned back to the grill. "Sheesh, of all the times,"
Brian looked out at the setting sun as AJ and Nick started another scruffle
again, this time ending with AJ going in the pool.
ĎGod, please tell me that we donít have to drag this out longer than need
be. Please let one of Tommyís friends be able to do this,í Brian
prayed silently, turning his attention back to Nick and AJ. He smiled
and laughed as AJ pulled Nick back into the pool and dunked him under,
the two battling to get the other to stay under longer.