arrival.
"In the kitchen dammit," she hollered.
After rounding the corner, there she stood all five-feet of her with her white puff of hair.
"If it isn't one of my favorite un-biological grandsons," she opened her arms for a hug.
"I brought you a present." I handed her the bag, and her face perked up.
"What do you think you know me or something," she laughed.
"You can never have enough of either. I thought Derek would be here."
"They're down at the Sheriff's office filling out the parole paperwork and that nonsense."
I looked around her kitchen. It was a scene out of the 80's. Yellow wallpaper and countertops, off white cabinets with wood trim. There was no sense in offering to have it refinished; she'd bite your head off and tell you she'd be dead soon and to save your money. There was a good chance she would try and outlive all of us just out spite. Taking a seat at the table, she poured me a cup of coffee and lit up before joining me.
"So I've heard all about what went down and if I can be blunt as if I know any other way to be, I never cared for Bryn. She was so stuffy. You deserve someone that wants to swing on chandeliers for you. Life is too short to be anything but happy. If you're lucky enough to find true love then grab it and hold onto it because it's rare, but I don't think she was it for you."
"Doesn't mean it doesn't suck, but I think you may be right. I think I need just to focus on me for a while."
"Ain't nothing wrong with that. Chuck it in the fuck it bucket and move on."
I couldn't help but laugh, Granny always had a way with words. Usually minced with profanity. After going into detail about everything that happened since we left, including my little fender bender, I felt better. Before long, Derek and Joss were back with Derek, Sr.
Though never meeting him before now, he looked like an older version of Derek. Except, it looked like prison aged him because he looked a lot older than the early fifties he most likely was. It was easy to see Derek, Sr. was just as taken with Joss as his son was. It probably had something to do with the fact that he most likely wouldn't be sitting here if it weren't for her and her determination.
One o'clock rolled around quickly; both bands sat in the studio as Jake started the meeting. He was going over sponsorship info, tour dates, venues, etc. It was going to be a month-long tour, hitting as many big cities as we could.
"I don't need to explain how much I personally have invested in this venture, as well as these guys." He gestured to Blake, Derek and myself. "I don't care if you have a drink or two after the show, but there will be no getting shit faced and missing bus call. What you do on your own time is one thing, but the second it starts affecting the band or the tour it will be my problem. Not one of you is irreplaceable. It will do you good to remember that. This is all for your benefit, and you'll be learning from the mistakes that we made in the beginning. As time goes on, we'll be opening the roster for more bands, and I'll expect you to give them the same speech. As for this EP, it's epic as fuck, and I am beyond fucking proud of you guys. Lynch is finishing the mastering on it, and it will be set for manufacturing within the week. Then in two weeks time, we'll be hitting the road."
It was borderline entertaining to watch Jake be all business-like, but he meant business and hopefully these guys knew that.
CHAPTER TEN
I WILL NOT BOW
A week had passed in a blink. With tour quickly approaching, we had spent most of our time between rehearsing and recording new tracks. The Battlescars boys were bonding with the GT guys. Yeah, we were technically men, but deep down we'd always be boys.
Zach Bailey was the lead singer. His charisma, good looks and rocker style were nothing compared to his larger than life, yet very cocky personality. Austin Hughes was their lead guitarist. He was around my height and Jake joked that we could pass for brothers.
"In the kitchen dammit," she hollered.
After rounding the corner, there she stood all five-feet of her with her white puff of hair.
"If it isn't one of my favorite un-biological grandsons," she opened her arms for a hug.
"I brought you a present." I handed her the bag, and her face perked up.
"What do you think you know me or something," she laughed.
"You can never have enough of either. I thought Derek would be here."
"They're down at the Sheriff's office filling out the parole paperwork and that nonsense."
I looked around her kitchen. It was a scene out of the 80's. Yellow wallpaper and countertops, off white cabinets with wood trim. There was no sense in offering to have it refinished; she'd bite your head off and tell you she'd be dead soon and to save your money. There was a good chance she would try and outlive all of us just out spite. Taking a seat at the table, she poured me a cup of coffee and lit up before joining me.
"So I've heard all about what went down and if I can be blunt as if I know any other way to be, I never cared for Bryn. She was so stuffy. You deserve someone that wants to swing on chandeliers for you. Life is too short to be anything but happy. If you're lucky enough to find true love then grab it and hold onto it because it's rare, but I don't think she was it for you."
"Doesn't mean it doesn't suck, but I think you may be right. I think I need just to focus on me for a while."
"Ain't nothing wrong with that. Chuck it in the fuck it bucket and move on."
I couldn't help but laugh, Granny always had a way with words. Usually minced with profanity. After going into detail about everything that happened since we left, including my little fender bender, I felt better. Before long, Derek and Joss were back with Derek, Sr.
Though never meeting him before now, he looked like an older version of Derek. Except, it looked like prison aged him because he looked a lot older than the early fifties he most likely was. It was easy to see Derek, Sr. was just as taken with Joss as his son was. It probably had something to do with the fact that he most likely wouldn't be sitting here if it weren't for her and her determination.
One o'clock rolled around quickly; both bands sat in the studio as Jake started the meeting. He was going over sponsorship info, tour dates, venues, etc. It was going to be a month-long tour, hitting as many big cities as we could.
"I don't need to explain how much I personally have invested in this venture, as well as these guys." He gestured to Blake, Derek and myself. "I don't care if you have a drink or two after the show, but there will be no getting shit faced and missing bus call. What you do on your own time is one thing, but the second it starts affecting the band or the tour it will be my problem. Not one of you is irreplaceable. It will do you good to remember that. This is all for your benefit, and you'll be learning from the mistakes that we made in the beginning. As time goes on, we'll be opening the roster for more bands, and I'll expect you to give them the same speech. As for this EP, it's epic as fuck, and I am beyond fucking proud of you guys. Lynch is finishing the mastering on it, and it will be set for manufacturing within the week. Then in two weeks time, we'll be hitting the road."
It was borderline entertaining to watch Jake be all business-like, but he meant business and hopefully these guys knew that.
CHAPTER TEN
I WILL NOT BOW
A week had passed in a blink. With tour quickly approaching, we had spent most of our time between rehearsing and recording new tracks. The Battlescars boys were bonding with the GT guys. Yeah, we were technically men, but deep down we'd always be boys.
Zach Bailey was the lead singer. His charisma, good looks and rocker style were nothing compared to his larger than life, yet very cocky personality. Austin Hughes was their lead guitarist. He was around my height and Jake joked that we could pass for brothers.
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