Make way for Way

While I watched Frank practically spaz out right in front of my eyes, my brain was still failing to comprehend what Ray had just told us. I look over and see Mikey, a small smile lingering on his face.

A million thoughts are cluttering my mind, picking out the few to come out of my mouth. I manage to get out a few words, making sense of the sentence just spoke.

"H-How? We aren't even really a band, yet! How desperate was the producer when he agreed to let us play? This band broke up a year ago, and we're just getting started, again." Words rush out of my mouth, not bothering to edit out the offensive part of my speech.

I knew the former vocalist had broken up the band, and I was more than okay to be in it to make up for the time lost. But this? This was out of my comprehension.

Mikey cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yesterday, Ray and I called up the studio. I had seen that their were no spots booked on the website, and they were absolutely desperate for an act." Mikey explained, me nodding my head as if to give him permission to continue.

"They didn't even care that we weren't official. The manager just hooked us right up with a spot on Live TV!" Mikey laughed, throwing the fact over his shoulder that we have only had 2 or 3 practices together. Pulling papers out of his deeper-than-mine pockets, he walked over and handed Frank and I a brochure for the studio.

I looked down at the piece of paper in my hands, reading each word carefully.

"MTV Studios," The pamphlet had big, bolded writing on the front of it. It took me a few reads to realize what was actually happening, still in shock.

My eyes fluttered from the brochure to Frank, who was seemingly giving me a stare out of awe. He stands up and paces over to me. I start fiddling with the microphone cord, embarrassed by how close he was.

"Did you know about this, Gee?" Frank shouted, astonished. I hesitated for a moment before telling him.

"Not at all! I swear," I explained. We had just gotten booked on National Television, and that's all he could think of.

My anger towards him immediately melted as soon as I see him look me directly in the eyes, his face becoming flustered and his eyes aglow. I cracked a slight smile at him, noticing how amazing he looked in the sunset light. I come a little closer to him and check my surroundings, before giving him a peck on the cheek.

"You two done yet?" Ray giggles, realizing what we were doing. I feel my cheeks become hot as I look away. I take out my phone and look at the glowing screen, to check the time.

"6:37" I read.

I decide I have two choices. I could stay behind with Frank, seeing that the other two have already begun packing up their stuff to go home, my mother probably wouldn't care- I wouldn't expect her to, anyway. Or, I could walk along the sidewalk to go home and sleep by myself, alone.

I think I know what I want to do.

Notes

okay so sorry for the lack of description, tbh I just pulled this entire chapter out of my ass ^-^ does mtv still put people on live anymore? whatever I don't give a shit as long as they play somewhere. so yeah lets just pretend gee, Frankie, mikey, and ray live in the peak of NYC when the rest of us are freezing our asses off :) horray for passive aggressive notes. and I still realize that this is going nowhere. I'll try and make the next chapter more interesting. well, comment and subscreib with an aggressively-passive comment, please :D lol well yeah