Chapter Twenty-Eight Keith was comatose on top of the sheets, fully clothed except for his shoes. The smell of beer oozed from every pore as he snored away. Well I won’t stick around. I want to see York, maybe paint a picture or two. I took my time getting ready, hoping Keith might wake so …
Chapter Twenty-Seven I wished we could stay in Scotland longer. But we had another gig in another town. We made it to York in plenty of time and went straight to the club for sound check. I needed an art store. Ryan dug a pass from his faded denim jacket and handed it to me. …
Chapter Twenty-Six Keith woke me in the morning with several kisses. “Wake up, sleepy head. It’s already ten.” I opened one eye. “No, let me sleep. Je pense J’ai la crève.” I wasn’t kidding. I ached everywhere and my face felt like it was inflated it with a bicycle pump. “I fixed you breakfast.” Keith …
Chapter Twenty-Three (Continued) Keith chuckled. I grabbed a pillow and whacked him several times. “That’s not funny, you twit!” He pushed me back onto the bed. “What’s your hurry? I want to shag all morning.” “I need the loo, and I’m starving. Is there room service?” “Oui. What do you fancy?” “Surprise me. Should we …
Chapter Twenty-One “Bloody hell! How could you forget that?” “Me? You’re the one pouring champagne down my throat. For some reason you find amusement getting me drunk. La vache! I better not be up the duff. A baby would spoil everything.” “Fucking right about that. What about that new pill that prevents pregnancy?” “I’d be …
Chapter Nineteen I sat stunned. Did I hear right or was I wishing so hard I imagined it? I was catapulted back to reality when everyone with me yelled, “You won!” Keith grabbed me for a quick kiss, whispering something like love conquers all. My mother took about a hundred pictures and I was sure …
Chapter Seventeen “All our fucking instruments were stolen. The van is all smashed. Bloody hell!” Ryan continued. “Everything’s fucking gone! How the hell will I explain this to my dad.” “We’ll meet you in the lobby,” I said. Ryan left and Keith slammed the door. “Fuckin’ aye! My brand new Telecaster! I’ve wanted that guitar …
Chapter Sixteen I heard my father’s spoon hit the floor. “When did this happen?” “First of the month, on his nineteenth birthday.” “What on earth made you go back to him?” my mother asked. She looked horrified. I looked at them both. “I’m in love, that’s what.” “You have deceived me the whole time, haven’t …
Chapter Fourteen The remainder of summer was uneventful except Keith drove me bonkers, pressuring me to go home with him. He finally laid off when I threatened to boycott his shows. School finally started, but my mind was constantly on Keith. It took all my willpower sleeping in my own bed every night, but I …
Chapter Thirteen Keith had some nerve asking that. I threw my brush down, faced him and began to rant. “Oh, where do I start? Do I start with Ryan dumping me in a corner where I couldn’t see the band. After the show no one came so I had to lug two heavy boxes across …
Chapter Twelve “Bloody hell! Your mum is a bloody nuisance.” “I better stay home. The seminar’s at half past eight.” “I’ll get you there on time.” “My mother’s calling too early.” “Fuckin’ aye! She’s really bolloxing things up for us.” “That’s her plan.” Sure enough, two messages awaited. “I don’t know where you are at …
Chapter Ten I landed and meandered from the plane. Keith and I spotted each other and ran to each other’s arms. “I hope we’re never separated again like that,” Keith said when he finally let go. “I promise I’ll part the Red Sea to go to Roskilde next time,” I said. “You might get your …
Chapter Nine I returned and told Keith about my conversation with my mother. “Move in with me. My trust fund can support us both.” “My parents would send the gendarmes if I did that. We have to do something, though. I’m not moving back to France.” “I hope this doesn’t interfere with our trip to …
Chapter Eight The morning we were leaving for Brittany, I woke to the sound of Keith’s piano. “Good morning, my love.” He shot me a grin without rising from the piano when I emerged from the bedroom. “It took all my willpower not to wake and ravish you. I trust you slept well?” “I feel …
Chapter Six I groaned. “Who is it?” I yelled without rising. “British Telecom,” came a muffled voice. Keith looked relieved, grabbed a cigarette from atop the dresser and lit it before leaving the bedroom. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I heard a man’s voice say. “Yeah, I work late nights. What can I do …
Chapter Five April brought the much-needed Easter holiday. Aimee went home for the entire two weeks. Keith met me at noon and we feasted on crepes and tea before taking a walk in Regents Park. Spring was everywhere. The cherry trees were in bloom and the bare branches of other trees had light green buds …
Chapter Four The days that followed, Keith still met me after school unless I stayed late to finish projects. I followed him to practice often, so I could talk with Ryan’s mother, Louisa. She always gave sound advice. On Saturday, twenty-five February, I turned seventeen. The Piss Ants were playing that night, but Keith met …
Chapter Three By the end of the week it was time for me to leave for France. Keith waited with me. Aimee had already gone so I had only my personal tape player for company. I grabbed a newspaper, noting the headline stating construction workers had drilled through the final wall of rock to join …
Chapter Two There was no chance to finish he picked up so quickly. “Hi, I’m here. I’m just screening my calls.” “Why?” “There’s some people I don’t want to talk to.” “So why give them your number?” “I’d like to see you sometime.” His anxiousness to change the subject, made me suspicious. Was he hiding …
Chapter One I was nervous and excited to move to London. London was where the action was and after spending all my nearly seventeen years in rural France, I was ready for excitement. I was glad I had Aimee, my best friend since girlhood, along. I doubt I would have been brave enough to go alone. We …