“What about...” Luke starts, and I look at him, still holding tightly onto my chest. “I can drum for you. Jake can help on the guitar and backing vocals-” Jake and Colter join me and look at Luke whilst he’s brainstorming.
“Colter, you good to pick up a guitar?” My brother asks and my best friend nods back at him.
“We can suck up a half hour set?” Luke asks.
“Fuck yeah, we can,” my brother agrees, turning to me with one of his famous shit eating grins.
“You sure you don’t mind? You’ll be playing for an hour and a half?” I ask back at him, concern sweeping over my face as I slowly release the grip on my shirt.
“Naa’, bro’, anything for you and this town,” he winks at me, holding his bottle up in my direction.
How the hell did I survive thirteen years without these boys? I’ll never understand it.
My breathing comes back down to a normal level,and my head start’s to think a lot clearer.
“Right,” I start, my mind becoming fuller. “We need a setlist.” And songs automatically fill my head as I take another swig of my beer.
I know what I want to do.
“Do we know any female singers around here?” I ask.
“My sister?” Colter laughs, missing another pot on the pool table. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself.
“No, not your sister.” I let a devilish grin escape. I want to dedicate the performance to her, not with her being forced up on stage with the whole town looking.
“Speaking of...” Luke looks back up from his bottle. “How’s that going?” he snickers.
I decide there and then I’m not going to reveal the intimate times that we’ve shared together since Tuesday, or if truth be telling; before that, well by me anyway.
They’re for us, and ours only.
I shrug, taking another swig of my beer, finishing the bottle. I signal the bartender for another.
“I heard you asked her and Ellie to the fair on Saturday,” my brother adds.
“And how did you hear that?” I ask.
“Ellie,” all three of them say in unison and I let out a laugh, running my hand through my hair, I’d heard that little lady’s a gossip.
“Anyway,” I try get back onto the topic at hand. “Female singers? Jake?” I look at my brother.
“I have someone in mind, lemme’ give her a quick call,” he says as he hops off of his bar stool and heads towards the back door of the bar.
I really hope we don’t fuck this up.
Feeling my phone buzzing inside my back pocket, I lean against the pool cue and take my phone out.
Firefly; Missing you xo.
My heart does a backflip at the small but effective text.
I put my pool cue back into the case andtype back with both hands.
Me; Miss you too x
Firefly; How’s boys night? x
Just as I’m about to type out my reply, my brother comes rushing back through the bar door.
