Being In The Band
Being In The Band
Tommy sighed as he hung up the phone and picked up a pen, crossing off
yet another of his friends off the list in front of him.
ĎPrevious commitments, inability to play, doesnít know the songs well enough,
hasnít practiced in agesÖis there any other excuse they can come up with?í
He asked himself as he dialed another number.
"Sorry, Tom, you know I would, but I canít. I canít devote my time
like that, I have to be back here before December, so thereís no way that
I can cover for the next two months. Besides, I canít get there.
Tommy slammed down the phone in frustration and crossed the name off his
list almost viciously, tearing the paper. He picked up his day planner
with his good hand and set it in front of him, opening the clasp and flipping
through the phone book pages for what seemed like the hundredth time.
He reached the back and sighed, flipping again to the front.
ĎThereís gotta be someone I overlooked, someone that can play all those
songs. Someone that Iíve known for a long time, someone whoÖí He
froze in his train of thought, his eyes resting on a name almost long-forgotten.
Someone who could help him, someone that owed him a favor from a long time
ĎLetís just pray they can do it,í Tommy reminded himself as he picked up
the phone and dialed the long-distance number quickly. He bit his
lip as it rang once, twice, three times. Just as the machine picked
up, the person picked up also, anxiously calling out a hello and telling
him to hold on.
Tommy waited until the machineís outgoing message stopped and the person
breathlessly said hello, then a smile spread across his face.
"Lizard, its Tommy. Long time no talk," he said. He chuckled
at the reply and turned his head to look out the window of the apartment
he lived in.
"I know and Iím sorry, Iíve been really busy. But my job is one of
the reasons Iím calling you." Tommy took a deep breath, praying over
and over that his friend could do it. "Tell me, what are you doing
for the next few months?"