Chapter 10
It was about a month later that the phone rang. “Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, baby,” the voice said.
“Brian!” I started jumping up and down, I was so happy to hear his voice again.
We had been e-mailing each other, but it wasn’t the same. Whenever we tried calling each
other, the lines were always busy. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“I have too baby, I have too. I talked to our manager. He listened to your
recording. I think he really liked it.”
“Wow, that’s great!”
“I know. I also showed him some of the songs you wrote.” I had forgotten that I
had given them to him. “He said they and you had potential.”
“In what? Songwriting, singing, what?”
“All of the above.”
“Really, your kidding.”
“No, I’m not. I just wish I could see you again.”
“Well, schools out pretty soon. Then I got one year left, yay! You could come
then, and we wouldn’t have to worry about the time that much.”
“When does it get out?”
“In two weeks.”
“Well, let’s see. I’d have about another week. So I’ll see you in two weeks and a
day, okay?”
“Wonderful. I’ve got so much to tell you.”
“Tell me now.”
“Well, I’ve kept my promise so far. I’ve been alchol-free since, um, whenever I
saw you last.”
“That’s great! Keep it up, Sara!”
“I’ve been doing better in school. Instead of my C’s and D’s, I’m getting high B’s
and A’s.”
“Hooray for Sara! That’s wonderful. I’ve missed you so much though.”
“I have too, sweetheart, I’ve have.”
“Listen, I’ve gotta go now. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“See you.” He hung up. Then I hung up. Right then I knew how much he meant
to me. I just hoped he needed me that much too. Those two weeks I knew would take
forever. For two reasons, to get the hell out of school and to see Brian again. I loved
him, needed him, lived for him. Finally, the day came. It was the first day of no school. I
didn’t know what time he was coming, so I spent all day by the window, waiting. It
wasn’t really all day. Just from 8 to 12:30, but it seemed like forever. Then I got involved
in my soap and ham sandwich, and quit watching. I heard a honk in the driveway. “He’s
here,” I thought. I started toward the door. Grabbed the remote, turned off the TV,
turned off the lights, grabbed my house keys, ran out the door (barely remembering to
lock the door) and hopped into his car. This time he brought some SUV thing, so we all
fit. He hadn’t picked anyone else up yet, so he started to kiss me.
“Finally, we meet again,” I said.
“It’s been too long.”
“I know. We have to be back before 6 tonight. That’s when she comes home.”
“That’s fine. I hope you like to fly.”
“What?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about.
“We’re gonna fly to meet Mr. Pearlman.”
“Whose’s he?”
“He’s one of the big boys. He can make or break you. He wants you guys to sing
for him live. We’re gonna fly to Indiana. That’s about 1/2 way, he’s flying the other
half.”
“Wow, you think were that good?”
“You’d put us to shame, girl!” I started to laugh. “What ‘cha laughing at girl?
It’s true you know. Hey, we should sing a duet thingy together. The Backstreet Boys
and, um, hum, what are you guys called?” We were still siting in the driveway.
“Drive and I’ll think about it.” He picked Meg up first.
“Hey homegirl.”
“It’s homeboy, homegirl!”
“Don’t you be callin’ me a girl, dogg!”
“You just don’t understand to ya? You do don’t cha homeboy?”
“Sure do,” I said. “Just live with it Brian.”
“I never knew how much I missed you guys,” he said. “Let’s fly!” We headed out
and picked up Lia, then Amber, and finally Amy. We drove to the little airport out side of
town.
“What the hell are we doing here?” asked Amber.
“Goin’ to Indianapolis,” said Brian.
“How come nobody tells me these things,” said Lia.
“Cause we don’t like you,” said Meg, jokingly of course. We walked into the
building.
“This is the smallest airport I’ve ever been in!” said Brian.
“That’s what you get for living in Iowa,” I said. We girls chuckled.
“We’re headed for gate 12. Let’s see, 4, 5, 6.” We continuted to walk in front of
Brian as he kept on reading the gate numbers until he got to number 12.
“Bout time, Bri,” said Amy.
“Where ya been, man?” said Lia.
“Oh shut up,” he said. It was a small, very small, private airplane. There was
barely room for our pilot, Larry. I think he was a little slow in the head. I was afraid that
he didn’t know how to fly. Luckily, we made it through the hour and a half journey. Safe
and sound.
Cont.
Chapter 11
