war of nerves
Battle through this wall of nerves
When your life it takes a turn
What I have is what I feel
Well in my mind your lying here
Fear that en holy trail
There's a piece of me in all he said
All kinds are fixed up
Inside my head
Angela opened the door, and greeted Isaac with a shaky smile. She opened it wider so that he could come in, and he gave her a quick hug.
"Hi." She said.
"Hey." He said nervously.
"Nervous?"
"Yeah. Very." He said with a small laugh.
"I am too." Angela said, closing the door.
"Am I dressed okay? I mean, should I have dressed up more...I didn't know..."
Angela looked Isaac over. He was wearing khaki slacks, a white shirt, and a black dinner coat over it. Angela thought he looked the epitome of handsome.
"You look fine." She said, smiling at him. "You look great. They'll have to love you."
"Okay." He said. "Gosh, I've seen your parents so many times, but I've never met them. This feels strange."
"Yeah."
"Do they know...like...I mean....who I am?" Isaac asked, not wanting to sound pompous.
"No. But I'm sure they will when they see you." Angela said, leading him into the living room where her parents were.
Isaac and the Hanson family all went to the same church as Angela and her parents, and Isaac and Angela had been dating for a few weeks. Tonight, Isaac would meet her parents.
When he drove up to the house and through the gates, to say he was nervous was an understatement. He was down right intimidated. The house was huge, even bigger than his house in LA. The driveway circled in front of the house, and it had gates all around the property. The house even had two staircases in the main entryway.
"Come on, they're waiting."
"Oh." Isaac said as Angela took his hand and led him into the living room. "Okay." He said, following her. She led him into a lavish white room, and Isaac was almost awestruck. She stopped beside him in the doorway, and Isaac's eyes fell on an elderly couple, maybe in their mid sixties, sitting together on the couch.
Isaac put a pleasant smile on his face, and looked at them.
"Mom, Dad, I want you to meet Isaac. Isaac, these are my parents." Angela said proudly.
The couple stood and walked over to Isaac, and shook his hand.
"Hello." He said politely.
"Hello, I'm Glenn, and this is my wife, Nedra." The man said, shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you." Isaac said. He felt his nervousness start to subside when Nedra looked at him strangely.
"What did you say your last name was?"
"Hanson. Isaac Hanson." He said, unsure of what they were getting at. The pair looked at each other and frowned. Suddenly they both recognized him. He was that rock star that everyone talked about. And he was dating their daughter.
When they finally sat down to dinner, Isaac wasn't feeling any better. He wasnt' sure what he had done, but they were giving him strange looks and Angela pittied looks.
"What did you say you did for a living?" Nedra asked, sounding forced.
"I'm a musician. I also do some engineering." He said, putting his napkin in his lap.
Glenn and Nedra looked at each other, and Isaac looked at Angela for help.
"He's in a band."
"We know dear." Nedra said, glancing quickly at Isaac. He smiled politely, not knowing what to do.
"They're really famous, and people everywhere love them." Angela added.
"How old are you?" Nedra asked.
"I'm twenty two." Isaac answered politely.
Nedra frowned. "Dont' you think you're a little old for my daughter?"
"Mom, I'm nineteen." She said.
"Stay out of this, Angela." Glenn snapped.
"I didn't know age was a problem." Isaac said.
"It's only three years." Angela added quietly.
"Angela..." Her father warned her.
The table was silent for a few minutes when suddenly Glen put down his silverware, making a loud clank on the porcelain plate that echoed in the room. "I'm just going to come right out and say it." Glenn said.
Isaac looked up, dreading what was about to happen.
"I know you're some rock star who runs around makes money. I've seen your brothers around town, and I've heard things about you three. I don't like it."
"Sir I-"
"I want to know what you want with my daughter, because I really don't think she has anything you want. Frankly, I dont' think you even deserve her." He said bluntly.
Isaac was stunned. "I was attracted to your daughter because she was very kind and generous. I don't want anything from her. I enjoy her company very much, and she's a very sweet and enjoyable person." Isaac said quietly, looking at her parents.
They were silent for a few moments, when Glenn finally spoke. "I don't like you." He said quietly. "If you're such a big rock star, then you go and find yourself some wild woman like yourself. I dont' want my little girl running around with some big joke for the rest of her life. She's got things going for her, and I will not have her sitting at home while you party your meaningless life away." Glenn said.
"We think it best that you not see each other." Nedra said, looking back and forth between Isaac and Angela.
"Ever." Glenn added.
"But mom-"
"Angela, that's what I said." Nedra said, looking at her plate.
Isaac looked at him, then at Nedra, then at Angela. He quietly pushed out his chair, put his napkin on the table, and stood.
"I'll show myself out." He said quietly without looking at anyone. He walked out of the room and to the front door where he came in. Angela pushed back her chair and ran after him, stopping him at the door.
"Isaac, wait!"
"Angela, maybe they're right." He said quietly, looking at the floor.
"Isaac, no!" Angela said desperately, grabbing his arm.
"I should go." He said, reaching for the door. "I don't know what to think, Ange."
She stopped him, closing the door. "Isaac, please dont' go." She said, looking up at him. He could see the tears forming in her pretty blue eyes. He felt his heart breaking.
"Please." She whispered.
Isaac sighed, looking towards the dining room, where he could hear her parents arguing. He looked back down at her, then embraced her tightly. He could tell that he was not welcome in that house, nor was he welcome to see their daughter. She hugged him tightly, sensing that this was the last time she would see him for awhile. And she was right.
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