| Chapter 2: Looking for a Place to Land |
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| Music to read by: "Looking For A Place To Land" by Dakota Moon I guess in my own way, just like the man I am wondering, wondering away. But arent we all just looking for a place to land. Looking for a friend to call Looking for a destination, conversation, fascination to protect us from the fall. Looking for the one to love, looking for a brand new day, Looking for a reason to stay, Looking for a place to land. |
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| "Hey, Audrey, wake up." I felt someone shaking me and heard a slight whisper in my ear. Why do I have to get up? I want to sleep. Oh God! Who the hell is in my house? That last thought startled me awake as I shot up into a sitting position, effectively hitting my forehead into someone elses. That's gonna leave a mark. "What the..? Joey? Why are you in my house? Better yet, how did you get into my house?" "The key that you leave above your door is not smart, especially in New York, A. And anyway, I thought that you may want this." This? I was very interested in what "this" was. I watched Joey intently as he revealed the tee that he was holding behind his back. "Oh my God! My Fleetwood Mac shirt!", I squealed as my eyes finally focused on the object infront of me. "I love you!" "Yeah, I know. So what are you up to today, A? Hey, haha, that rhymes." I rolled my eyes at my friend. He always found it amusing that my nick-name rhymed with many different words, I found it quite annoying, but in a cute way. "I'm gonna be at the studio all day today. The band is stopping by and I wanted to try to get some stuff done to be ready for them." "Oh, that's right. Sound Enforcement studios is hosting the "Mmmbop boys". You must feel sooooo lucky." Is he mocking me? I think he's mocking me. He better not be mocking me. I'll kick his ass if he's mocking me. "Are you mocking, Joey. 'Cause you know that I'll whoop your butt if you're making fun. Besides, you know me and you know that that is not my personality." "I don't know, A. I've heard that middle one is a real ladie's man.", Joey winked. "You did not just imply....ewww.. you did.I would never!" "Whatever you say. Anywho, I was wondering if I could tag along with you today? I mean you do owe me because I got you that shirt you wanted so badly." "I guess, but only because you got me that shirt." "Cool. A day with, A. Hey, that rhymes too." O God, this is gonna be a long day. After a normal breakfast, made by Joey himself, we climbed into the jeep and made our way to the studio. I decided that the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack would be a good "wake me up ,'cause I feel like hell" cd. I flipped through to "Pretend to be Nice" which caused the blonde boy sitting across from me to grimmace. Yep, this was payback for waking me up. "Why do you do what you do to me, baby. Shakin' my confidence and driving me crazy", I shouted at the top of my lungs as I begun to get into my rock out mode. You know how it goes...good song comes on the radio, so you blast it in your car and just get lost in the music. "You know if I could I'd do anything for you...", yeah..rock on. And then all I heard was me, shouting at the top of my lungs, and no Josie. "Hey!" "You are not subjecting me to that, today. NO! I refuse! Can we please agree on something other than woman rock?" "No Doubt?", I asked sheepishly. I knew that he wasn't too fond of the music, but he had some odd obsession with Gwen Stefani, which I planned to use to my favor. "Sure. But only until the studio. There, we get real music." "Whatever, this is REAL music!" When we arrived at the studio, Joey was quick to make up for the drive over. I was soon overwhelmed by Dave Mathew's smooth voice. I laughed out loud at my friend as he had made himslef at home with one of the in studio guitars and the leather couch. I decided to take this time to do a little cleaning and mail out all of the studio payments. Joey can be either really hyper or really mellow, and right now he was mellowing out, which was having a mellowing effect on me. Thank God. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all, until I heard the buzzer. "Oh my God! they're here! What do I do? I can't do this." I went on as my nerves began to get the best of me. "Wow, ummm....Audrey, you've done a thousnad times before. All you have to do is open tehedoor, greet the guest, and give them a tour. This is the easy part." "Right, Joey. You're absolutely right. I just open the door....." "Hi.I'm Isaac. I'm sorry I didn't call ahead of time...." The visitor began to ramble. "No, really, it's not a problem. Don't worry about it. Hi, I'm Audrey." I replied in order to hopefully stop his musings. "Oh, good. Ok well, this is my brother, Zac and Taylor should be behind him...." His voice trailed off as he was looking for his other sibling. "Zac? Nice to meet you, I'm Audrey." "Yeah, hi. Thanks for letting us use the studio. TAYLOR!! Get over here, there's someone here." He had the voice amplitude to match the body as I soon discovered. From my research, I guess that's what happenns when you grow up with a bunch of children, you learn to be loud. "And this is.." Zac tried to introduce his brother as an incredulous look crossed my face, open for all to see. "How did you get THAT shirt?!" He responded to my features. "Joey got it for me. He works at the store that YOU got us thrown out of." I tried to emphasize how it was HIS fault. "Oh so you're the chick that Tay was talking about? Very cool." Zac commented. Ummm, Can we look around?" Isaac inquired with weary eyes. "Oh, yeah sure. Isaac, Zac follow me." I looked back to spot Taylor with a shocked look on his face, almost shouting if I was going to ask him to join us. "Taylor? Are you coming?" Yeah, I was gonna ask...mischievous laugh enter stage left now. I watched Joey follow cautiously behind the group suddenly not sure where his place was. I decided to have him work with me when we did soundchecks with the guys. I figured that would give him something to do and would hopefully keep my temper down as well. The guys seemed to calm down and I could actually see sitting down and having normal day to day conversations with these people. After showing the guys around the normal office part of the studio I took them into the recording room. I stepped back to watch the guys as they took in the new atmosphere. The room was dimly lit and the light was shining off of the instruments that had been placed in the room. A black baby grand piano took center stage with a drumset and an acoustic mahogony Gibson to the side. These instruments had been through so much, each one was in some way damaged, but they were what we had. I watched carefully as Taylor sat down at the baby grand, suddennly becoming center stage with the piano, matching all of its elegance and glory. Damn. Following suit, each guy sat down to their own instrument. Soon, music began to fill the room as Joey and I looked on with amazement. These guys had grown up so much. And I began to wonder what the words would say in the songs. Would they still talk of love or would they talk of personal experiences. I glanced over at Joey to see him lost in the music that they were playing, as I normally would've been if I weren't busy studying each person infront of me. Isaac, with his head thrown back and eyes closed as the music began to take him over. Zac, hair becoming dislodged from his ponytail and his lips imperceptibly spilling the words that his brothers were singing. And finally, Taylor, who had the same look as Isaac but would glance up or look around the room almost self consciously as he sang the familiar tune. "Give me the beat boys and free my soul. I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away." And I began to sing, too. Getting lost in the rock and roll... ~*Sometimes the love you loose is the love you find. Sometimes the pain is the doorway to peace of mind. No matter how hard you try, you just cant rewind. Now that you know - where do you go?*~ |