Being In The Band
Being In The Band
"No, no, no, stop, stop, stop. Nick, what the hell was that?"
"You know what I'm talking about. What the hell was that move?"
"It’s called the Nick twist."
"You’re an idiot, Kaos."
"Shut up, Kevin, you’re just angry that you’ve never thought up anything
"Both of you be quiet. Nick, stick with the real moves, please?"
"Good, from the top, guys, five, six, five six seven-"
"Hey, Nick, phone for you."
"Dammit, Tommy, I said no interruptions!" Fatima exclaimed, turning
to see Tommy standing in the doorway of the practice room, holding a cell
"I know you did, but I think that Nick might want to take this call," Tommy
said, holding out the phone.
Nick ran over to Tommy and grabbed the cell phone, pushing the bangs from
his growing out hair cut out of his eyes. "This is Nick."
"Mr. Carter, this is Orlando General. We have-"
"I'm on my way!" Nick exclaimed, snapping the phone shut. He
ran out of the studio as fast as he could and jumped in his car, flooring
it to the hospital. He ran up to the entrance and straight to the
elevator, pressing the second floor button.
"Nick, thank God, we were shopping downtown when she just collapsed," Leighanne
said as Nick hurried off the elevator, both her and Kristin looking slightly
"Where is she?" Nick demanded, looking around.
"She’s in room two," a nurse said from the counter without looking up.
Nick smiled at Leighanne and Kristin before bounding off and hurrying into
the second room.
"What the hell is going on, why can’t you make the pain stop?!"
"We’re can’t, ma’am, it’s too late for that."
Nick smiled and stood in front of the person on the bed. "Hey, baby."
"Oh, Nicky, tell this bastard that this hurts like a bitch!" She
yelled, her last word coming out more like a scream. He smiled and
kissed her forehead, carefully pushing the strands of damp hair away from
"Its ok, baby, I'm right here," he whispered soothingly.
"Ok, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, we’re almost set," the doctor said as she stood
at the base of the bed.
"Nicky, this hurts, it hurts so bad," she whined.
"I know, baby, I know, it’s almost over," Nick said, holding her hand and
grimacing as she took a death grip of it.
"Liz, I need you to breath and push for this one, you’re crowning," the
Nick just stared at his wife as she screamed and panted, pushing with all
her might. She finally stopped and he snapped out of his trance as
a cry pierced the room.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, it’s a boy."
Liz looked up at Nick and tears started falling out of the corners of her
eyes. "It’s a boy, Nicky, a little baby Nicky," she said, crying.
Nick could only smile. "I love you, Liz," he whispered.
"I love you too, Nicky."
Nick squeezed her hand, her wedding band he’d placed there two years before
touching his own. It had been four years since she’d finally agreed
to listen. He was happy she did.