Tales from another broken home.
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|Chapter 55: Spotlight Syndrome.|
in the desert near a curtain of blue
From "Los Angeles is Burning." By Bad Religion.
It was Saturday morning in February and the coldness of winter was beginning to die off. The trees were once again a lush shade of green and there was a wet warmth in the air. I was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I lay on my bed. I pushed the play button on my stereo as I pulled off my boxers. I put the music loud enough so I could still hear it in the shower. I stood under the warm water untill I felt awake, alive again. I put on some black Dickies' shorts with a pair of black Chucks and a white From First to Last shirt. I walked downstairs slowly meeting Mike on the way down.
"Hey kiddo." He smiled patting me on the head.
I walked into the kitchen and my Mam had made me breakfast.
"Ready for the show?"
"Kinda I guess. We've got to be at Jerrys at about two for rehearsal and stuff and the show starts at seven and were on at eight."
"Ok. Well eat this and Mike will drop you up to Jerry's."
"Mam you don't have to scope his place out. You know he's a good guy."
"I know. I'd just like to know where his house is."
"Fine. But your not allowed interrogate him."
"I would never do anything like that."
"Whatever you say."
"I wouldn't Riley. You know I wouldn't."
I downed a couple of cups of coffee and went into show mode. I went upstairs and did like a hundred situps. I watched Almost Famous and listened to Deathcab to chill out. After that I played acoustic guitar and went over the melodies for our songs. I was confident with this band. Aaron was a great drummer and Jerry was pretty much the best bassist I'd ever heard. I put on some eyeliner and decided last minute to put a red and black stripy tie on over the shirt. Mike drove me to Jerrys and seemed pretty interested in the band. When we got to the house Jerry walked upto the car.
"Hey Mr. Hannigan. You wanna come in and see everything's above board." Jerry smiled.
"Well if you wouldn't mind that would make my life a lot easier with his Mother. Oh and call me Mike." Mike laughed.
We walked into Jerrys house and Mike scanned every last detail.
"Wow the arts amazing in here." Mike almost shouted.
"Thanks I do a lot of sketching and stuff for tattoo clients and I hang some of it up."
"I've always meant to get another tattoo."
"You should come by the shop man."
"I'm generally working during shop hours and I'm too beat to leave the house on the weekends."
"Well if you want I could come over and do it at your house."
"Well that would be cool."
"If you have any freetime or ideas give me a call and I'll sketch something up and bring over the machine and a plynth."
"Well if your free next Saturday that would be great."
"Yeah sure. What do you want?"
"I want Hannigan with a Shamrock and my Mothers maiden name, O'Reillly underneath it."
"Ok I'll sketch it up."
"I don't do anything other then weed Jerry."
"Well I made a promise and I always keep my promises."
The dressingroom was just four
concrete walls with a couch and a table with some bottles of water. I
drank a bottle and we all went out to soundcheck and get our sound right.
Jerry had already put our settings on paper so the soundguy got us sorted
pretty quickly. I went backstage and Aaron was already talking to guys
from another band.
"Ok. How many people have
that e.p. ?"
"We should release it
for money man maybe buy a P.A. or something."
"I guess so."
"You want a drink?"
"Just to kill the nerves." He laughed.
I took a deep drag and felt
relaxed. We were on in like half an hour and the whole band was running
about making friends with other bands. I had talked to so many people
that had heard the e.p. and loved it. I talked to loads more people and
before I knew it Jerry was dragging me into the dressingroom.
In the dressingroom everyone was smiling.
"Dude fuck that was good."
"I think that was the best gig I've ever played."
As we were talking and partying a local manager walked in the door.
"Hey guys so are you guys under contract by anyone?"
"Nope this was our first
"Yeah this is a commitment."
"I'm willing to do it." Freddie shouted.
"Me too." Came Aaron and Stevey at the same time.
"I'd have to ask my Mam but I'll make it a yes." I smiled.
"Ok well I'll have contracts that your parents will have to sign."
Jerry gave the guy his number and we all started to go crazy.
"Guys this is like huge after a first gig."
"I know man."
A girl walked into the dressingroom.
"Hey guys." She smiled.
"Guys this is my girlfriend Hailey."
"Oh my god you're so cute." Hailey laughed grabbing me into a hug.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hailey leave the poor kid alone." Jerry laughed.
"I think we're goin to leave you two alone." Stevey joked as he dragged the rest of us out.
I walked into the club and watched some of the bands. People kept buying me drinks and soon I was pretty loaded. I wasn't even sure what I was drinking but I knew that JagerBombers kicked ass. Before I knew what was going on I was onstage again with another band singing a cover of "Sugar, Where goin down." The crowd went crazy again and I had a great time. When I got offstage Stevey brought me to the bathroom where I puked over and over again.
"It's okay dude just get the worst of it up." Stevey comforted.
When I was done puking Jerry picked me up and we all went out to the van. When we got back to Jerry's everyone left and I made an attempt to stumble towards the door.
"No Riley you're staying here tonight. You can't go home in that state you won't be allowed out again."
Jerry setup a bed on his couch and he and Hailey sat watching t.v. and drinking herbal tea. Hailey did some Chinese therapy she had learned on my head and I felt much better and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up Jerry was sitting on an armchair next to me.
"You feeling okay kiddo?"
"Did you stay up all night?"
"I had to make sure you were okay Riley."
"You didn't have to Man I'm okay."
"You could have choked on your own puke if there was nobody there to turn you over."
"Ugh." I moaned.