Bright Angel
Chapter 6
Melissa: I rolled over as the alarm clock started to interrupt another dream. I
quickly turned in off annoyed and went back to sleep. 2o minutes later a
voice cut in on the intercom, "Melissa, pick up the phone!" I rolled my
eyes at the sound of my mom's voice once again interrupting my dream. I
drug myself out of bed and sleepily walked over to the phone. "Good
Morning, Sunshine!!!" I heard Hillary chime in on the other end of the
receiver. "Hi," I replied in my "please-just-10-more-minutes-of-sleep"
voice. "Don't tell me you slept in again!" "Uhhh...." "You know you have
to pick me up in 30 minutes and it takes you 20 just to get over here!" "I
know, I know, I'm sorry! I'll be there in 30, I promise, I only need 10
minutes to get ready anyway." "Ok, see ya then, bye!" she said and hung
up the phone. I threw on my old blue jeans with a clunky metal belt
buckle and my favorite bone colored doc martins and reached for my clash
tank top with studs on the sleeves as I mashed the power button on my old
Aiwa stereo system. I grabbed my Good Charlotte Cd, which was one
guaranteed way to get my day off to a good start. Fighting a yawn, I
rummaged through a bunch of scarves to tie back my curly blonde hair
finally extracting a tan vintage one adorned with pink and green leaves. As
I tied it around my head, the phone rang again. After yelling, "Phone!"
through the first two rings, I gave up hope of anyone else in the house
actually picking the phone up. "Hello?," I said. "Can I talk to Melissa?,"
the voice came back. "This is she," I answered, curious as to who was
calling my house at 10 in the morning and even more curious to know who
was at the other end with the deep and unrecognizable voice. "Hey, this is
Isaac Hanson, I'm calling for Chloe, she’s in the shower and
mentioned that ya'll hadn't set a place to meet at." "Yea,ummm...tell her
we'll meet her....at...Barney's Coffee on the second floor next to Macy's."
"Ok, will do, sorry I didn't get to meet ya last night. I had to slip out early.
Taylor said he was really impressed and I was lucky enough to catch your
solo. It was beautiful." "Thank you, it really means a lot." "Well, it's the
truth. I'll see ya at 11." "ok, bye!" As I hung up the phone, a huge grin
spread across my face. “Oh my gosh! Did that just happen?,” I thought as I
stood in shock for a moment. Isaac Hanson just called me, I couldn’t
believe it! Another shocker was the huge complement he paid me. For
him to even point out my solo was one in itself, but for him to say I was
good was an honor! Wow, they actually thought I was good! Is this real or
just a really good dream? I brushed my teeth, put on my rings, my DKNY
watch, and my great-grandmother's opal necklace and grabbed the car
keys. I picked up my leather purse, quickly checking the money I had in
my wallet, I grabbed my orange Brooklyn jacket and made my way out
the door. As the cool morning air hit my tiny body, I clung to the jacket
knowing that it wouldn't be long till the Hot Atlanta sun would release its
wrath and beat down on us all. I got into my car, rolled the windows
down and turned the radio on as I crept out of the driveway towards
Hillary's.
Chapter 7