Juliette’s POV
“Come on, Juliette! One date won’t kill you!” Monique whined from behind me as I applied some last minute lip gloss.
“No, absolutely not! I don’t like him Monique… I don’t think I can make that any more clear to you.” I sighed and shook my head. Capping my lip gloss and throwing back down on the dresser. I took on last look at myself in the mirror before I walked past Monique and off the tour bus.
Monique fell in line behind me as we made our way through the backdoors of the bar. She let out a final huff before jumping up on the make-shift stage and taking a seat behind the drums.
The set went well; but as it had been since the airport - my heart just wasn’t in it. This had been our biggest show so far too; Ontario was great like that. With so many people into the underground music, we had had no problem filling venues. The only problem I was having with Ontario so far, was the fact that Monique had met a guy she liked.
Normally not a problem, she wouldn’t go out with him until I agreed to go out with his cousin.
His name was Brandon, and he was nice enough. On a normal day, I probably would have accepted the invitation; it’s not like I had a whole lot of other choices when it came to a love life - but I couldn’t get Maxime out of my head.
That thought bothered me more than anything. I fully believed that if I had the time; I would probably start stalking him.
By the end of the set I was more than ready to call it a night; but Monique had other plans. “Hey! Look who I brought with me…” She said slyly, pulling my attention away from my guitar. I looked up to see her coming onto the bus, Brandon and Andrew - her boy toy - in tow.
I plastered a fake smile on my face as I set my guitar down on it’s stand.
“He guys… what are you doing here?” I said, trying to remain civil as my eyes fell on Monique.
“We’re going out… the guys just wanted to come get out so… go get ready!” I let out a sigh at her words, not bothering to argue anymore. I walked back and grabbed a change of clothing before heading into the bathroom.
I followed Monique and Andrew through the streets on Toronto as Brandon kept pace beside me. He was driving me crazy. He wasn’t even doing anything, but the fact that he was there was enough to set me off.
It felt like I was loosing my mind; I wanted a guy I had known for a few hours… wanted him so bad that I didn’t want any other guy around me. Brandon didn’t pick up on that though; it took all my willpower not to say anything as he moved closer and closer to my side.
I wasn’t normally such a bitch but, it had just been a bad night. A bad month.
We made our way into a bar and I diligently sat in-between Monique and the wall. I shot her a glare as she started to protest; there was no way I was going to cozy up beside him in a dark, smoky bar.
The guys and Monique fell into quiet conversation while I daydreamed. There was something pushing me, propelling me to finish the song, his song. I began to hum it to myself.
‘I like to pretend you’re watching me,
Could it be a possibility?
I wonder what you’re thinking…
Mmm mmm mmm.
Do you wonder if I gave a car?
Do you wonder if I play guitar?
Oh I do, but only one of the two.
You are beautiful, you are beautiful…
You got your noise in a book and all I need is a look to know…
You, you, you…
You, you, you…
From behind your coffee cup,
To the wooden seat that holds you up
You float, over to me.
Without leaving your set, or making a scene.
I wonder if you live too far,
House, apartment, shoping cart,
I hope you’re warm when the night comes…
Mmm mmm mmm
You are beautiful, you are beautiful…
You got your noise in a book and all I need is a look to know…
You, you, you…
You, you, you…
You leave me,
You leave me,
You…’
You what? What now… why can’t I finish this song? I sighed to myself as I drew my attention back to the people around me.
Brandon is staring at me from across the table and Monique and Andrew are getting too close for my comfort. I let out a huff and decide that enough is enough… she puts me in a crappy situation like this; she’s damn well going to help me find Maxime!
Maxime's POV
“Something! You’ve got to have something for me Andrew… come on!” I sighed as I paced around the office.
“I’m sorry Mr. Talbot, but searching for women is not in my job description.” He took a deep breath and I knew he was about to give me another lecture on my ’immoral’ lifestyle.
I exhaled loudly before I turned on my heel and jogged out of the room. “Thanks Andrew!” I called over my shoulder as I continued on down the hallway. Shit! What now… “Jodie!” I yelled as I saw Staalsy’s girlfriend coming around the corner. “Just the PR girl I was looking for…”
“Ugh, what now Max? Please don’t tell me you go into trouble again…”
I laughed and shook my head. “Here.” I showed her the picture of Juliette. “I need you to find this girl for me. Her name’s Juliette and she’s in a band… touring across Canada.”
“Max… I’m not helping you stalk some poor girl. Aren’t there enough girls in Pittsburgh for you to de-flower without making me hunt them for you?” She replied coolly, hands on her hips.
“Oh, aren’t you so funny. Seriously Jodie, please?” The sincerity in my voice caused her stance to relax as she reached out her hand for the photo.
“Fine, fine! But if I go to jail for this… I’m taking you with me.” She shook her head and continued pass me.
I turned around and watched her saunter down the hallway. “Jodie baby, you can take me anywhere you want.” I chuckled as I continued on my way, hearing her let out a huff behind me.
“Any word man?” Jordan asked as I met up with the guys at our usual diner.
“Not about Juliette no, but your girlfriend keeps hitting on me… just so you know.” He let out a sigh and hung his head as I took a seat, grinning.
We started planning out our week; we were going away for 8 days, playing 5 games over the course. We chatted about who we were playing, how we needed to play, how we would play - but I couldn’t get into it.
I kept thinking about a red-headed girl from Quebec.
“Max, Max!” I felt someone grab my shoulder and shake me.
“What?” I snapped, turning around to see Tanger standing behind me.
“We’re going man…” he said looking around the table amused, I followed his stare to see that I was the only one left. I sighed and stood up, throwing a few bills on the table before following him out into the parking lot.
“Jesus, Talbo. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were in love…” TK laughed as I watched him climb into Sidney’s Ranger Rover, outside.
“Yah, yah… you’re just jealous cause I get all the ladies!” I shot back; more forcefully than I intended. I sighed and turned around, following Tanger to his car.
We drove towards Sidney’s house in silence; I could tell Tanger wanted to say something but, luckily for me he was keeping it to himself.
I was different, I was acting weird - at times acting like an asshole; but I already knew that, I didn’t need someone else to confirm it. It wasn’t like I chose to be like this!
Hell, I’m Max Talbot, not some loser that gets worked up over a girl that he knows nothing about… oh who am I kidding? This IS me worked up…
“Max… man, what’s wrong with you?”
“Huh?” I grunted as I turned to see Tanger standing outside his car door. “Oh…” I exhaled loudly and climbed out; realising that we were at Sidney’s. I dragged my feet up the walk; flopping down quickly on the couch one I was inside.
“Alright that’s it!” Jordan yelled standing up and walking in front of me. “What is going on?!” I shrugged my shoulders, then motioned for him to move - so I could see the TV.
“Seriously dude, you’re acting like a dick… what’s up?” Sidney agreed, coming to stand beside Jordan.
“What the hell is this?” I snapped, glaring between them, “an intervention?”
“Something like that.” They agreed, smiling at each other.
I looked around as the guys closed in on me; great… how am I gonna get out of this? The last thing I need to do is talk about my feelings…
Jordan’s phone went off, causing him to jump. “Hello? Umm… ok…” He looked confused as he threw his phone to me.
“Hello?” I asked slowly, wondering what the hell was going on.
“Hi Max, it’s Jodie! I found her!”
“What?”
“I found her! I have her tour schedule printed off… I’m meeting Jordan at Diesel in a bit, I’ll give it to you there.”
“Seriously!? Oh man, I love you Jodie! Alright… I’ll see you there.” I hung up the phone, the biggest grin on my face. I glanced around the room at the guys. “Well… what the hell are you standing around for? Let’s go party!” I shouted as I jumped up and dashed towards the door; destination, Diesel.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
#3
“I wonder as I wonder
Where exactly you are from me
Across the water.
Could ya, would ya, find me?
A lovin, by my lonesome?
I’ll be your Bonnie floatin over the ocean,
You’ll be my sailor, upon the sea.
I’ll be your Bonnie floatin over the ocean baby,
And maybe baby, I’ll see.
I will see how far this old
Rig can take me,
Life boat will take me, away
I will see how far this old
Rig can take me,
Life will take me, out to sea
Out to see you…”
I had asked the boys about him, Maxime Fabert. They informed me that he was a hockey player from Quebec, who still played in Montreal.
He had looked too old to play for fun, so I assumed it was professional, and even though I didn’t know any players; I have lived in Quebec my whole life - so I know who the Habs were. This was my conclusion; Maxime was still in Quebec. Once he got back from Miami; I was determined to go see a game, regardless of the out come.
I knew I was being foolish; if he was a pro hockey player, he probably hadn’t given me a second thought, but… I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I had to see him again.
I had confided this to Monique, my drummer, and only female friend. She was a true-red, proud French Canadian and was all for helping me meeting the boy; but she was also traitor when it came to hockey - opting to cheer for Pittsburgh, instead of the Habs.
Which is why she was so excited when a management problem ended up giving us a week off; and double booking us for the next - and David suggested a trip south, to the ‘Burgh‘.
It had been almost a month now since I had seen Maxime at the airport; and my band thought I needed to go out, take my mind off of trying to get a record deal and have a good time.
I had been stressing myself out to the extreme; our tour was half over and although we had made good progress, we didn’t feel any closer to reaching our dreams.
David’s down south trip involved flying to Pittsburgh to visit his brother and sister-in-law; giving Monique a chance to visit the ‘Igloo’ and all of us a chance to relax.
We left that night.
The trip was fun; fun and uneventful. Monique dragged Jean-Pierre and I to Mellon Arena, while David visited with his brother.
We milled around and took pictures; even stopping in to watch the Pittsburgh team practice in their plain black and white jerseys.
Looking out over the ice, I couldn’t help but smile. In the middle of the rink was a picture of a giant penguin. I thought of Maxime; back to the day I saw him, and the hat he was wearing. Apparently Moni wasn’t the only Habs traitor.
“So where to tonight? Last night in Pittsburgh guys!” David called across the hotel room as Moni and I got dressed in the bathroom.
“Diesel, Diesel, Diesel!!” She squealed as she started jumping like an idiot. She had been talking about that club since we got here - the known ’Penguin’ hang out.
I sighed and shook my head, “I’m not letting you leave without us… I don’t care if he’s a hockey player or not!” I informed her with authority.
It was her turn to sigh as she glared at me in the bathroom’s mirror. “Well, I’ll remember that when you find Mr. Maxime back in Montreal!” I blushed at the thought, causing her to laugh loudly.
We got to the club early, very early; so we got in without a wait.
Moni and I started in on the Tequila shots before the crowd started arriving, while David and Jean-Pierre chatted up the DJ.
By the time midnight rolled around I was busting my best MJ moves on the dance floor while David acted as the designated ‘holder-upper-of-drunk-girl’; his hands tightly wrapped around my arm.
I finally felt the need to pee over-come every other sense that I had; causing me to stumble by myself towards the ladies room. I was trying to walk as soberly as “Woah, babe, you ok?” someone said as they grabbed me by the waist and steadying me.
“Yah, I mean… I think so…” I laughed, as I leaned into him, allowing him to hold me up. “it’s been a while since I drank this much, you know?” I asked as I looked around him, still seeking the bathroom.
“Of course, what’s your name? You sound French.”
“I am! I’m from Quebec… my name’s Juliette.” I said, turning to hold out my hand. He laughed and shook it with the hand that wasn’t still holding me up.
“Jordan.” He said, smiling at me. “Jordan Staal.” I nodded like a bobble head, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom… I chanted in my head, trying to find a way to get around him.
Sure he’s nice but, sometimes a girl’s gotta go…
I felt someone bump into me and turned to see Moni, staring at the boy beside me. I used her presence as a way to escape, propelling myself through the bathroom door before I fell over.
When I came back out, Moni was posing for Jordan; who was holding a camera. “Oh! Julie, come here and take a picture with me!” I laughed and fell into Moni’s arms, grinning as Jordan captured the image. “He’s having a competition to see who get the most pictures of hot girls.” She informed me as we leaned against each other for support. He grinned and nodded at her statement.
“So you winning?” I asked, realizing for the first time just how drunk I sounded.
“I will with these!” He smirked, eyeing Moni up. I recognized that look.
“Well, we gotta go!” I shrilled waving goodbye as I pulled Moni behind me; searching through the crowd for David and Jean-Pierre.
We found them a few minutes later and headed outside for a cab. “Juliette!” I heard someone scream as I pilled in after Moni.
“What?” I asked as I laid my head back against the street.
“What, what?” She countered, looking at me.
“Didn’t you just yell my name?”
She started to giggle. “No! Wow, you’re drunker than I am!” She concluded happily. I shook my head and laughed as the cab took off for the hotel.
Max’s POV
I hadn’t been out since we’d gotten back to Pittsburgh; and the boys were not taking ‘no’ as an answer tonight.
I finally gave in, allowing Staalsy to drag me to the Diesel; wondering if there was anyway I could get out of this… Ugh! Listen to yourself Maxime… what’s happened to you? This wasn’t me, not at all. I was the party boy.
I was the guy that was up for anything, surrounded by beautiful women and always having a good time.
Now I was a party-pooper; I was worse than Crosby. I hardly went out and when I did I was always the first to leave for home. It was because of her, I knew without a doubt. The girl from the airport; the girl who’s name I didn’t even know.
I sighed as we pulled in to the crowded parking lot. I followed the boys through the doors and up to VIP; telling myself that I would leave as soon as it was acceptable.
I sat beside Crosby and watched as Jordan and Geno made fools of themselves. “No! Women love Russia men… what is Canada?” He smirked as Jordan sighed theatrically.
“No way man! Canadian guys are the best… women love us way more!”
Geno laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I take picture of hot girls… more than you…” He bragged, standing up.
“Ha! You’re on Geno… I can get ten times the girl to pose for pics than you can.”
I watched as they shook hands and dashed out towards the masses. “This should be interesting.” Crosby sighed as he watched Geno approach two blonds. I nodded and looked away… just a little longer… I bribed myself.
“Alright Geno, how many did you get?” Jordan asked as he started flipping through his picture. Geno started looking through his phone; counting.
“38!” Geno chuckled after he was done.
“HA! 49... Loser… and check these two out! Not only are they both red-heads they’re both French-Canada… hello!” He laughed, tossing his camera to Geno, who examined it before nodding appreciatively.
Geno tossed the camera to Sidney and I, motioning for us to look. I glanced down without interest and then looked away, grabbing for my beer.
“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled, spitting the beer out. I grabbed the camera back and held it an inch away from my face. “It’s her… Sid… it’s her… oh my god it’s her!” I jumped off the couch and ran towards Vero and Flower. “It’s her… look, look!” I jumped over the back of the couch, almost crushing Vero. I shoved the phone into her face and she squinted, trying to see the picture.
“Oh! The girl from the airport…” She said, finally recognizing her. I nodded and looked back down at the picture.
“Wait, which one? Monique or Juliette?” Jordan asked, leaning over the couch. I pointed to the one on the right. “Juliette.” He nodded, “so… that’s the one you met in Canada at the airport?”
I nodded. “Juliette…” I said softly to myself. She was here, somewhere in this bar… right now. I jumped up again and ran to the VIP railing. “She’s here guys… we need to find her. Help me find her!” I yelled over my shoulder before rushing down into the crowd.
The guys helped me go through everyone, but she wasn’t here. As a last stitch attempt I ran out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. I looked around before I saw her, Juliette. I started running towards her as she followed her friend into a cab. “Juliette!” I yelled before the door closed.
The cab took off a second before I reached it, leaving me standing on the sidewalk. I let out a groan. She got away again… I shook my head as I watched the cab disappear.
I turned around and headed back into Diesel, disappointed but hopefully. Sure she had gotten away this time but, I had her picture and name now. I'll find her again... I vowed as I headed back up to the guys.
Where exactly you are from me
Across the water.
Could ya, would ya, find me?
A lovin, by my lonesome?
I’ll be your Bonnie floatin over the ocean,
You’ll be my sailor, upon the sea.
I’ll be your Bonnie floatin over the ocean baby,
And maybe baby, I’ll see.
I will see how far this old
Rig can take me,
Life boat will take me, away
I will see how far this old
Rig can take me,
Life will take me, out to sea
Out to see you…”
I had asked the boys about him, Maxime Fabert. They informed me that he was a hockey player from Quebec, who still played in Montreal.
He had looked too old to play for fun, so I assumed it was professional, and even though I didn’t know any players; I have lived in Quebec my whole life - so I know who the Habs were. This was my conclusion; Maxime was still in Quebec. Once he got back from Miami; I was determined to go see a game, regardless of the out come.
I knew I was being foolish; if he was a pro hockey player, he probably hadn’t given me a second thought, but… I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I had to see him again.
I had confided this to Monique, my drummer, and only female friend. She was a true-red, proud French Canadian and was all for helping me meeting the boy; but she was also traitor when it came to hockey - opting to cheer for Pittsburgh, instead of the Habs.
Which is why she was so excited when a management problem ended up giving us a week off; and double booking us for the next - and David suggested a trip south, to the ‘Burgh‘.
It had been almost a month now since I had seen Maxime at the airport; and my band thought I needed to go out, take my mind off of trying to get a record deal and have a good time.
I had been stressing myself out to the extreme; our tour was half over and although we had made good progress, we didn’t feel any closer to reaching our dreams.
David’s down south trip involved flying to Pittsburgh to visit his brother and sister-in-law; giving Monique a chance to visit the ‘Igloo’ and all of us a chance to relax.
We left that night.
The trip was fun; fun and uneventful. Monique dragged Jean-Pierre and I to Mellon Arena, while David visited with his brother.
We milled around and took pictures; even stopping in to watch the Pittsburgh team practice in their plain black and white jerseys.
Looking out over the ice, I couldn’t help but smile. In the middle of the rink was a picture of a giant penguin. I thought of Maxime; back to the day I saw him, and the hat he was wearing. Apparently Moni wasn’t the only Habs traitor.
“So where to tonight? Last night in Pittsburgh guys!” David called across the hotel room as Moni and I got dressed in the bathroom.
“Diesel, Diesel, Diesel!!” She squealed as she started jumping like an idiot. She had been talking about that club since we got here - the known ’Penguin’ hang out.
I sighed and shook my head, “I’m not letting you leave without us… I don’t care if he’s a hockey player or not!” I informed her with authority.
It was her turn to sigh as she glared at me in the bathroom’s mirror. “Well, I’ll remember that when you find Mr. Maxime back in Montreal!” I blushed at the thought, causing her to laugh loudly.
We got to the club early, very early; so we got in without a wait.
Moni and I started in on the Tequila shots before the crowd started arriving, while David and Jean-Pierre chatted up the DJ.
By the time midnight rolled around I was busting my best MJ moves on the dance floor while David acted as the designated ‘holder-upper-of-drunk-girl’; his hands tightly wrapped around my arm.
I finally felt the need to pee over-come every other sense that I had; causing me to stumble by myself towards the ladies room. I was trying to walk as soberly as “Woah, babe, you ok?” someone said as they grabbed me by the waist and steadying me.
“Yah, I mean… I think so…” I laughed, as I leaned into him, allowing him to hold me up. “it’s been a while since I drank this much, you know?” I asked as I looked around him, still seeking the bathroom.
“Of course, what’s your name? You sound French.”
“I am! I’m from Quebec… my name’s Juliette.” I said, turning to hold out my hand. He laughed and shook it with the hand that wasn’t still holding me up.
“Jordan.” He said, smiling at me. “Jordan Staal.” I nodded like a bobble head, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom… I chanted in my head, trying to find a way to get around him.
Sure he’s nice but, sometimes a girl’s gotta go…
I felt someone bump into me and turned to see Moni, staring at the boy beside me. I used her presence as a way to escape, propelling myself through the bathroom door before I fell over.
When I came back out, Moni was posing for Jordan; who was holding a camera. “Oh! Julie, come here and take a picture with me!” I laughed and fell into Moni’s arms, grinning as Jordan captured the image. “He’s having a competition to see who get the most pictures of hot girls.” She informed me as we leaned against each other for support. He grinned and nodded at her statement.
“So you winning?” I asked, realizing for the first time just how drunk I sounded.
“I will with these!” He smirked, eyeing Moni up. I recognized that look.
“Well, we gotta go!” I shrilled waving goodbye as I pulled Moni behind me; searching through the crowd for David and Jean-Pierre.
We found them a few minutes later and headed outside for a cab. “Juliette!” I heard someone scream as I pilled in after Moni.
“What?” I asked as I laid my head back against the street.
“What, what?” She countered, looking at me.
“Didn’t you just yell my name?”
She started to giggle. “No! Wow, you’re drunker than I am!” She concluded happily. I shook my head and laughed as the cab took off for the hotel.
Max’s POV
I hadn’t been out since we’d gotten back to Pittsburgh; and the boys were not taking ‘no’ as an answer tonight.
I finally gave in, allowing Staalsy to drag me to the Diesel; wondering if there was anyway I could get out of this… Ugh! Listen to yourself Maxime… what’s happened to you? This wasn’t me, not at all. I was the party boy.
I was the guy that was up for anything, surrounded by beautiful women and always having a good time.
Now I was a party-pooper; I was worse than Crosby. I hardly went out and when I did I was always the first to leave for home. It was because of her, I knew without a doubt. The girl from the airport; the girl who’s name I didn’t even know.
I sighed as we pulled in to the crowded parking lot. I followed the boys through the doors and up to VIP; telling myself that I would leave as soon as it was acceptable.
I sat beside Crosby and watched as Jordan and Geno made fools of themselves. “No! Women love Russia men… what is Canada?” He smirked as Jordan sighed theatrically.
“No way man! Canadian guys are the best… women love us way more!”
Geno laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I take picture of hot girls… more than you…” He bragged, standing up.
“Ha! You’re on Geno… I can get ten times the girl to pose for pics than you can.”
I watched as they shook hands and dashed out towards the masses. “This should be interesting.” Crosby sighed as he watched Geno approach two blonds. I nodded and looked away… just a little longer… I bribed myself.
“Alright Geno, how many did you get?” Jordan asked as he started flipping through his picture. Geno started looking through his phone; counting.
“38!” Geno chuckled after he was done.
“HA! 49... Loser… and check these two out! Not only are they both red-heads they’re both French-Canada… hello!” He laughed, tossing his camera to Geno, who examined it before nodding appreciatively.
Geno tossed the camera to Sidney and I, motioning for us to look. I glanced down without interest and then looked away, grabbing for my beer.
“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled, spitting the beer out. I grabbed the camera back and held it an inch away from my face. “It’s her… Sid… it’s her… oh my god it’s her!” I jumped off the couch and ran towards Vero and Flower. “It’s her… look, look!” I jumped over the back of the couch, almost crushing Vero. I shoved the phone into her face and she squinted, trying to see the picture.
“Oh! The girl from the airport…” She said, finally recognizing her. I nodded and looked back down at the picture.
“Wait, which one? Monique or Juliette?” Jordan asked, leaning over the couch. I pointed to the one on the right. “Juliette.” He nodded, “so… that’s the one you met in Canada at the airport?”
I nodded. “Juliette…” I said softly to myself. She was here, somewhere in this bar… right now. I jumped up again and ran to the VIP railing. “She’s here guys… we need to find her. Help me find her!” I yelled over my shoulder before rushing down into the crowd.
The guys helped me go through everyone, but she wasn’t here. As a last stitch attempt I ran out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. I looked around before I saw her, Juliette. I started running towards her as she followed her friend into a cab. “Juliette!” I yelled before the door closed.
The cab took off a second before I reached it, leaving me standing on the sidewalk. I let out a groan. She got away again… I shook my head as I watched the cab disappear.
I turned around and headed back into Diesel, disappointed but hopefully. Sure she had gotten away this time but, I had her picture and name now. I'll find her again... I vowed as I headed back up to the guys.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
#2
“It’s been a lonely night. For me.
From breakin hearts, to climbin trees.
I was scared, with you.
I broke your heart, and then you tied my shoe.
You were the nicest boy,
You had the kindest soul,
And I took you for granted
Then I let you go…
Mothers, don’t let your daughters, grow up to be like me.
Stringin her heart out, and bumpin into everything.
Finding love at the corner lights,
Under rocks and ever-greens;
Cause I know love wants nothing to do with me…”
The bar was dark and dank, but I liked it this way. I was perched on a small, make-shift stage, surrounded by my band; playing our hearts out to an intimate crowd of faceless strangers.
I was here, in my element; unafraid and fully-alive… but I couldn’t keep my mind on the songs.
After the set was over and the autographs and CD selling was done; we made our way back to the bus. Maxime… what was his last name again? I rolled over in my small bunk, replaying my day at the airport over in my head, for the 100th time. Tebor? No… Telford… that was it. Maxime Telford. Who played for Penguins… This was horrible, I didn’t even know what sport he played. I pulled out my iphone and punched in Maxime Telford, which google changed to Maxime Fabert.
I found a sports entry, on the fifth line down. Of course the damn page wouldn’t load so I gave up, making a mental note to remember the name and ask one of the guys about it later.
I hadn’t bothered to tell anyone in my band about our encounter at the airport terminal. I knew what they would do; get focused Juliette, you need to be thinking about music and nothing else… The worst part was, I wouldn’t even be able to refute them because they were right.
Here I was, on the tour of a lifetime; finally able to live my dream, and I was lying awake in bed thinking about a boy I had known for a few hours.
He was just so… so… charming! There was no other way to describe it. His laugh, his smile… everything about him was infectious, in a wonderful way. I let out a large yawn and decided that tonight had been long enough
I rolled over into the darkness and hummed his song; where are you Maxime, I thought, as I feel asleep to dreams of beautiful, deep blue eyes.
Max’s POV
“Yo Talbo! What’s been up with you lately?” Staalsy approached from behind, tapping me on the shoulder with a cold beer before taking the seat next to me. I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip. “Come on man, you can talk to me about it… the guys are worried… you just haven’t been yourself.”
I contemplated his words for a minute, taking another few sips before I spoke. “Do you ever wonder… what kind of girl you’d be with if you weren’t a pro-hockey player?”
“Umm… yah I guess.” He answered after a pause, obviously uncomfortable with the turn this conversation had taken. “But, where is this coming from?”
“I just, met a girl who didn’t know who I was...” I shrugged, unable to finish the thought.
“Oh, and she wasn’t falling for the Talbo charm?” He quipped, unable to hide the smug smile forming on his lips.
“No… she seemed… interested I guess…” I sighed and pushed myself off the beach chair I had been lounging on. “I don’t know Staalsy, don’t worry about me k?” I walked away without waiting for a response, too confused with everything to try and explain it to someone else.
I was intent on heading up to my room; the day was coming to an end and my team-mate were coupling off with their respective partners, leaving me and a few other bachelors alone.
I caught sight of Flower and Vero curled up in a pool chair together, and shrugged my shoulders before heading over. At least Vero had seen her and might be able to help me out.
“Hey Vero, you got a minute?” I asked, receiving a small smile from her and a look of disdain for Flower.
“Sure Maxime, what’s up?”
“Ah…” I looked at Flower, trying to think of a nice way to get him to leave. He appeased me.
“Um… this looks like it could be awkward so… I’ll be back later.” He sighed as he lifted Vero off his lap and placed her gently back down onto the chair. We both watched as he made his way around the pool, towards Sidney and some of the other boys.
“So Maxime, what’s wrong?” Vero asked, pulling my attention back to her.
“Well… I’m not sure how to make this sound crazy but; I can’t stop thinking about the girl from the airport.”
She laughed quietly and shook her head. “The first girl that doesn’t throw herself at your feet and she’s got you going crazy…?”
“No. Nothing like that. I mean, I don’t expect everyone to like me… it’s just, I think she did like me… without knowing who I am.”
“Max, they’ll be lots of girls that like you and don’t care about your job. You’ve just been looking in some horrible places if that’s what you want.” I nodded slowly at her words, she was right. Who knows, if I had of spent more times trying to meet nice girls instead of finding them in dark clubs; I might have found the right girl by now.
We sat in silence as I contemplated my future, being surrounded by happy couples made it hard to not feel alone. “Hey Vero…” I called as I got up to leave.
“Yah Max?”
“Where was the other plan going? Gate 9... the one that that girl was on…”
“West Canada I think, BC or something.” I nodded my head again and headed up to my room.
I lied on my bed in the dark, flipping through the internet on my iphone; there has to be something here about her tour… why can’t I remember her name?
I continued to flip through the pages google offered up, wondering if I’d ever see her again.
Ugh, come on buddy, grow a pair. I doubt she even gave you a second thought… after all… the only girls that want you are the ones who want your name and your money. She had no idea about either, so why would she want you?
From breakin hearts, to climbin trees.
I was scared, with you.
I broke your heart, and then you tied my shoe.
You were the nicest boy,
You had the kindest soul,
And I took you for granted
Then I let you go…
Mothers, don’t let your daughters, grow up to be like me.
Stringin her heart out, and bumpin into everything.
Finding love at the corner lights,
Under rocks and ever-greens;
Cause I know love wants nothing to do with me…”
The bar was dark and dank, but I liked it this way. I was perched on a small, make-shift stage, surrounded by my band; playing our hearts out to an intimate crowd of faceless strangers.
I was here, in my element; unafraid and fully-alive… but I couldn’t keep my mind on the songs.
After the set was over and the autographs and CD selling was done; we made our way back to the bus. Maxime… what was his last name again? I rolled over in my small bunk, replaying my day at the airport over in my head, for the 100th time. Tebor? No… Telford… that was it. Maxime Telford. Who played for Penguins… This was horrible, I didn’t even know what sport he played. I pulled out my iphone and punched in Maxime Telford, which google changed to Maxime Fabert.
I found a sports entry, on the fifth line down. Of course the damn page wouldn’t load so I gave up, making a mental note to remember the name and ask one of the guys about it later.
I hadn’t bothered to tell anyone in my band about our encounter at the airport terminal. I knew what they would do; get focused Juliette, you need to be thinking about music and nothing else… The worst part was, I wouldn’t even be able to refute them because they were right.
Here I was, on the tour of a lifetime; finally able to live my dream, and I was lying awake in bed thinking about a boy I had known for a few hours.
He was just so… so… charming! There was no other way to describe it. His laugh, his smile… everything about him was infectious, in a wonderful way. I let out a large yawn and decided that tonight had been long enough
I rolled over into the darkness and hummed his song; where are you Maxime, I thought, as I feel asleep to dreams of beautiful, deep blue eyes.
Max’s POV
“Yo Talbo! What’s been up with you lately?” Staalsy approached from behind, tapping me on the shoulder with a cold beer before taking the seat next to me. I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip. “Come on man, you can talk to me about it… the guys are worried… you just haven’t been yourself.”
I contemplated his words for a minute, taking another few sips before I spoke. “Do you ever wonder… what kind of girl you’d be with if you weren’t a pro-hockey player?”
“Umm… yah I guess.” He answered after a pause, obviously uncomfortable with the turn this conversation had taken. “But, where is this coming from?”
“I just, met a girl who didn’t know who I was...” I shrugged, unable to finish the thought.
“Oh, and she wasn’t falling for the Talbo charm?” He quipped, unable to hide the smug smile forming on his lips.
“No… she seemed… interested I guess…” I sighed and pushed myself off the beach chair I had been lounging on. “I don’t know Staalsy, don’t worry about me k?” I walked away without waiting for a response, too confused with everything to try and explain it to someone else.
I was intent on heading up to my room; the day was coming to an end and my team-mate were coupling off with their respective partners, leaving me and a few other bachelors alone.
I caught sight of Flower and Vero curled up in a pool chair together, and shrugged my shoulders before heading over. At least Vero had seen her and might be able to help me out.
“Hey Vero, you got a minute?” I asked, receiving a small smile from her and a look of disdain for Flower.
“Sure Maxime, what’s up?”
“Ah…” I looked at Flower, trying to think of a nice way to get him to leave. He appeased me.
“Um… this looks like it could be awkward so… I’ll be back later.” He sighed as he lifted Vero off his lap and placed her gently back down onto the chair. We both watched as he made his way around the pool, towards Sidney and some of the other boys.
“So Maxime, what’s wrong?” Vero asked, pulling my attention back to her.
“Well… I’m not sure how to make this sound crazy but; I can’t stop thinking about the girl from the airport.”
She laughed quietly and shook her head. “The first girl that doesn’t throw herself at your feet and she’s got you going crazy…?”
“No. Nothing like that. I mean, I don’t expect everyone to like me… it’s just, I think she did like me… without knowing who I am.”
“Max, they’ll be lots of girls that like you and don’t care about your job. You’ve just been looking in some horrible places if that’s what you want.” I nodded slowly at her words, she was right. Who knows, if I had of spent more times trying to meet nice girls instead of finding them in dark clubs; I might have found the right girl by now.
We sat in silence as I contemplated my future, being surrounded by happy couples made it hard to not feel alone. “Hey Vero…” I called as I got up to leave.
“Yah Max?”
“Where was the other plan going? Gate 9... the one that that girl was on…”
“West Canada I think, BC or something.” I nodded my head again and headed up to my room.
I lied on my bed in the dark, flipping through the internet on my iphone; there has to be something here about her tour… why can’t I remember her name?
I continued to flip through the pages google offered up, wondering if I’d ever see her again.
Ugh, come on buddy, grow a pair. I doubt she even gave you a second thought… after all… the only girls that want you are the ones who want your name and your money. She had no idea about either, so why would she want you?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
#1
***Because this story is about a female singer, I really wanted to include some lyrics. A girl I go to University with is an incredible singer/songwriter and I wanted to use some songs that people have never heard before (to make it a bit more realistic). Her web address is: http://ca.myspace.com/meaghanelizabethblanchard.
I just want everyone to know that these are NOT my songs (I wish I was that talented lol)… and make sure that credit is going where it’s deserved, i.e. to Meaghan.***
Anyone who has ever gone to school, knows the wondrous sense of freedom that comes after writing that final exam. Today, that feeling of adventure and excitement was at an all time high; I had finished my university summer semester and, I was on my way to the airport to hop a flight to BC and catch up with my band.
I was self-titled; Juliette Laroque, but I was fortunate enough to be surrounded by wonderful, talented musicians who shared my tastes and goals.
My little sister, Olivie, dropped me off at the airport. I pulled my luggage and my guitar out of the backseat and turned to say goodbye; but she was already pulling away. I didn’t take it personally, when you’re 16 you have much more important things on your mind, and besides, I would only be gone for 6 weeks.
My band hand driven out to Victoria, BC last week; I had stayed behind to finish a few specialty music course at university. It was Wednesday and the tour started on Friday. We planned to spend two weeks playing in small pars and pubs all around BC before heading east. Our last show was in Halifax, Nova Scotia; afterwards we would make the trek back to Saint-Calixte, Quebec - my home town.
I checked into the airport no problem, leaving all but my guitar and purse behind at the luggage terminal. I made my way over towards the hall marked ’Gates 9-10’ and found a comfy blue chair beside the window.
It had been a long day and I was tired, but I knew sleeping was out of the question, I couldn’t even get my feet to stop moving; as they tapped out the beat of the airport on the floor.
Some girls walked by me, dressing in skimpy summer dresses; flashing me small smiles as they headed over towards some vacant chairs. I looked down at my own outfit, feeling sorely out of place; my outfit was nothing out of the ordinary for me, but I seemed an unflattering contrast to the wonderful summer girls around me. I tugged at a loose string on my vest and glanced around the waiting-room; ‘Gate 10: Miami, FLA’, Oh well no wonder I’m so out of place… I thought to myself, I hope Victoria is nice this time of year.
After trying to keep my feet still for almost an hour, I could no longer manage to act normal. Whoever invented waiting-rooms should be shot! I sighed to myself. I finally gave in to my urges and pulled my guitar out of it’s case and began to strum silently.
“There‘s a picture, in my room. It‘s torn to pieces, it‘s of me and you… I found a new way of breaking your heart. I‘ve found a better way of falling apart…” I strummed a few more chords aimlessly and glanced around, making sure no one was watching me.
Although I had had a few boyfriends in the past, there had never been anyone special; they sure all made for good songs though. I laughed to myself and kept strumming softly.
The people in the room were coming and going without noticing me; which was nice; I’d have enough eyes on me in the next couple months - and if things when good, for a long time to come.
I really wanted to write a new song. Monique, Jean-Pierre, David (my drummer, bassist and guitar player, respectively) and I had thrown a few songs together for the upcoming tour; but I really wanted a great song. One of the ones that just hits you. The kind that touches people, makes them feel.
Three boys and a girl walked into the room, I couldn’t help but notice them; the girl looked like a super-model and was wearing an incredible pair of cheetah print stilettos. So jealous… I sighed to myself, as she walked past, giving me a warm smile. She sat down with her posse across the isle from me. I continued to strum as she pulled out a magazine. The boys that were with her were loud and she gave me an apologetic shrug, I smiled back. Judging by the clothing she had on and the designer bag crumpled by her feet, she was filthy rich, but she had a kind face and appeared down to earth in her feeble attempts to get her friends under control.
The skinniest boy threw his arm carelessly around her shoulder and I shook my head, staring down at my fingers that were now forming a G-chord. He was nothing to look at by any mean, but hey, whatever makes you happy. I looked back up at the other two. They both had semi-long brown hair, slicked back under baseball caps. The youngest looking one had a picture of a penguin on his, the other boy had a giant ‘P’. Not knowing much about sports I assumed it must be a local team I hadn’t heard of; but who would name their team after a bird that can’t even fly?
Pulling my eyes away from their caps, I glanced at the older-looking one; he was watching me. I looked away quickly, embarrassed of being caught snooping.
“You any good at that?” He asked, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes.
“Maxime!” The girl sighed, reaching over to the right, to slap his hand. “You’re so rude sometimes…” She looked back over to her left, at the skinny boy beside her. He gave her a ‘what-do-you-want-me-to-do-about-it’ shrug and went back to flipping through his magazine. She shook her head and looked back at me. “Please don’t take anything they say personally. They might look like adults, but they‘re actually giant 5 year-olds.” She laughed lightly. At first I thought she might have been truly annoyed, but her eyes burned with affection whenever she glanced at the boys around her.
I went back to my attempts at song-writing, as the group fell into quiet conversation; I learned through eavesdropping their names. The pretty girl was called Vero, the one I assumed to be her boyfriend, they continued to call ’Flower’. The young boy was called Tanger and the beautiful one was, of course, Maxime. They, of course, were heading to Miami; for the ’team trip’, whatever that meant.
After another half hour of waiting for a plane, an announcement signalled that we would be waiting another hour more, at least. Vero, Tanger and Flower left to find some food, leaving Maxime by himself.
“So?” He asked, after checking to make sure that his friends were gone.
“So what?” I stopped playing to reply, confused by his question.
“Are you any good?” He pointed at my guitar.
“Well… I’ve been playing for a while… you tell me.” He smiled at that, thinking about it.
Finally he nodded, “I guess you’re all right yah. Are you in a band?”
“Yes. Well, I sing and play, and three friends from back home accompany me.” I answered.
“What are you called?”
“We aren’t called anything. I’m Juliette Laroque… we just use my name.”
“Oh.” He sat back in his seat and looked away. I returned to my guitar, beginning to get frustrated at my lack of creativity, and my inability to stop stealing glances at the beautiful boy in front of me. Finally after a few minutes he spoke again. “What kind of music do you play?”
“Folk or country I guess… nothing too fast or heavy.” He nodded, grabbing his friends magazine off the seat.
“You should write a song about me!” He thought suddenly, almost jumping out of his seat.
“Oh yah? Why’s that?” I smiled to myself, I could already feel the ideas turning in my head.
“Umm… I’m Max Talbot…” He answered. I laughed out loud at him, causing him to shoot me a questioning glance. He seemed taken-back by my response. “You not a Penguins fan?”
“So your team is called the Penguins? I thought so…” He gave me a questioning glance so I continued, “Your friend had it on his hat but, I didn’t think a team would name themselves after something like a penguin.” I laughed again.
“Oh, so that’s what you were looking at…”
“Yes. What did you think I was looking at?”
“Me.” He answered simply. I didn’t know whether to laugh or not; he seemed so serious. “Guess you won’t write a song about me now…”
“Why not?”
“Cause, now I’m just some guy in an airport… who may or may not be staring at you.” We both laughed, watching each other for a minute. He eventually went back to reading his magazine.
“I like to pretend you’re watchin me, could it be a possibility… I wonder what you’re thinking…” I sang, just loudly enough that he could hear me. He smiled, but didn’t put his book down. “Do you wonder if I have a car, do you wonder if I play guitar? Well I do, but only one of the two.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that, finally looking up at me.
Am I flirting with someone? Maybe… but I actually kind of like where this song is going… I decided we needed a chorus and I switched chords; “You’re beautiful, you are beautiful! You got your noise in a book and all I need is a look to know… to know… you, you, you.”
Sitting in my economy-class-seat I felt regret, something I wasn’t use to feeling. Maxime’s friends had come back and I no longer felt comfortable singing his song to him, so I had packed up my guitar. He had smiled at me for the rest of the hour; and I hadn’t been able to do anything but smile back. He excreted confidence out of every pore in his body, with more charisma then any one man should be allowed. There was something else though, his smile, his eyes, his body (or at least what I could see of it). I felt an extremely strong attraction to him, and he hadn’t come closer than his chair, across the isle.
Oh well… he’s on his way to Miami and I need to get ready for this tour.
It wasn’t hard to get pumped up. We had been waiting for this summer all year long. It was going to be a blast and I could hardly believe how lucky I was to be in this seat, on my way to British Columbia, people would kill for this chance at the big time.
Then why do I wish I was heading to Miami? I let out a deep sigh before pulling my notebook out of my purse; I might never see him again but, I still have his song… I smiled to myself as pen hit paper.
I just want everyone to know that these are NOT my songs (I wish I was that talented lol)… and make sure that credit is going where it’s deserved, i.e. to Meaghan.***
Anyone who has ever gone to school, knows the wondrous sense of freedom that comes after writing that final exam. Today, that feeling of adventure and excitement was at an all time high; I had finished my university summer semester and, I was on my way to the airport to hop a flight to BC and catch up with my band.
I was self-titled; Juliette Laroque, but I was fortunate enough to be surrounded by wonderful, talented musicians who shared my tastes and goals.
My little sister, Olivie, dropped me off at the airport. I pulled my luggage and my guitar out of the backseat and turned to say goodbye; but she was already pulling away. I didn’t take it personally, when you’re 16 you have much more important things on your mind, and besides, I would only be gone for 6 weeks.
My band hand driven out to Victoria, BC last week; I had stayed behind to finish a few specialty music course at university. It was Wednesday and the tour started on Friday. We planned to spend two weeks playing in small pars and pubs all around BC before heading east. Our last show was in Halifax, Nova Scotia; afterwards we would make the trek back to Saint-Calixte, Quebec - my home town.
I checked into the airport no problem, leaving all but my guitar and purse behind at the luggage terminal. I made my way over towards the hall marked ’Gates 9-10’ and found a comfy blue chair beside the window.
It had been a long day and I was tired, but I knew sleeping was out of the question, I couldn’t even get my feet to stop moving; as they tapped out the beat of the airport on the floor.
Some girls walked by me, dressing in skimpy summer dresses; flashing me small smiles as they headed over towards some vacant chairs. I looked down at my own outfit, feeling sorely out of place; my outfit was nothing out of the ordinary for me, but I seemed an unflattering contrast to the wonderful summer girls around me. I tugged at a loose string on my vest and glanced around the waiting-room; ‘Gate 10: Miami, FLA’, Oh well no wonder I’m so out of place… I thought to myself, I hope Victoria is nice this time of year.
After trying to keep my feet still for almost an hour, I could no longer manage to act normal. Whoever invented waiting-rooms should be shot! I sighed to myself. I finally gave in to my urges and pulled my guitar out of it’s case and began to strum silently.
“There‘s a picture, in my room. It‘s torn to pieces, it‘s of me and you… I found a new way of breaking your heart. I‘ve found a better way of falling apart…” I strummed a few more chords aimlessly and glanced around, making sure no one was watching me.
Although I had had a few boyfriends in the past, there had never been anyone special; they sure all made for good songs though. I laughed to myself and kept strumming softly.
The people in the room were coming and going without noticing me; which was nice; I’d have enough eyes on me in the next couple months - and if things when good, for a long time to come.
I really wanted to write a new song. Monique, Jean-Pierre, David (my drummer, bassist and guitar player, respectively) and I had thrown a few songs together for the upcoming tour; but I really wanted a great song. One of the ones that just hits you. The kind that touches people, makes them feel.
Three boys and a girl walked into the room, I couldn’t help but notice them; the girl looked like a super-model and was wearing an incredible pair of cheetah print stilettos. So jealous… I sighed to myself, as she walked past, giving me a warm smile. She sat down with her posse across the isle from me. I continued to strum as she pulled out a magazine. The boys that were with her were loud and she gave me an apologetic shrug, I smiled back. Judging by the clothing she had on and the designer bag crumpled by her feet, she was filthy rich, but she had a kind face and appeared down to earth in her feeble attempts to get her friends under control.
The skinniest boy threw his arm carelessly around her shoulder and I shook my head, staring down at my fingers that were now forming a G-chord. He was nothing to look at by any mean, but hey, whatever makes you happy. I looked back up at the other two. They both had semi-long brown hair, slicked back under baseball caps. The youngest looking one had a picture of a penguin on his, the other boy had a giant ‘P’. Not knowing much about sports I assumed it must be a local team I hadn’t heard of; but who would name their team after a bird that can’t even fly?
Pulling my eyes away from their caps, I glanced at the older-looking one; he was watching me. I looked away quickly, embarrassed of being caught snooping.
“You any good at that?” He asked, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes.
“Maxime!” The girl sighed, reaching over to the right, to slap his hand. “You’re so rude sometimes…” She looked back over to her left, at the skinny boy beside her. He gave her a ‘what-do-you-want-me-to-do-about-it’ shrug and went back to flipping through his magazine. She shook her head and looked back at me. “Please don’t take anything they say personally. They might look like adults, but they‘re actually giant 5 year-olds.” She laughed lightly. At first I thought she might have been truly annoyed, but her eyes burned with affection whenever she glanced at the boys around her.
I went back to my attempts at song-writing, as the group fell into quiet conversation; I learned through eavesdropping their names. The pretty girl was called Vero, the one I assumed to be her boyfriend, they continued to call ’Flower’. The young boy was called Tanger and the beautiful one was, of course, Maxime. They, of course, were heading to Miami; for the ’team trip’, whatever that meant.
After another half hour of waiting for a plane, an announcement signalled that we would be waiting another hour more, at least. Vero, Tanger and Flower left to find some food, leaving Maxime by himself.
“So?” He asked, after checking to make sure that his friends were gone.
“So what?” I stopped playing to reply, confused by his question.
“Are you any good?” He pointed at my guitar.
“Well… I’ve been playing for a while… you tell me.” He smiled at that, thinking about it.
Finally he nodded, “I guess you’re all right yah. Are you in a band?”
“Yes. Well, I sing and play, and three friends from back home accompany me.” I answered.
“What are you called?”
“We aren’t called anything. I’m Juliette Laroque… we just use my name.”
“Oh.” He sat back in his seat and looked away. I returned to my guitar, beginning to get frustrated at my lack of creativity, and my inability to stop stealing glances at the beautiful boy in front of me. Finally after a few minutes he spoke again. “What kind of music do you play?”
“Folk or country I guess… nothing too fast or heavy.” He nodded, grabbing his friends magazine off the seat.
“You should write a song about me!” He thought suddenly, almost jumping out of his seat.
“Oh yah? Why’s that?” I smiled to myself, I could already feel the ideas turning in my head.
“Umm… I’m Max Talbot…” He answered. I laughed out loud at him, causing him to shoot me a questioning glance. He seemed taken-back by my response. “You not a Penguins fan?”
“So your team is called the Penguins? I thought so…” He gave me a questioning glance so I continued, “Your friend had it on his hat but, I didn’t think a team would name themselves after something like a penguin.” I laughed again.
“Oh, so that’s what you were looking at…”
“Yes. What did you think I was looking at?”
“Me.” He answered simply. I didn’t know whether to laugh or not; he seemed so serious. “Guess you won’t write a song about me now…”
“Why not?”
“Cause, now I’m just some guy in an airport… who may or may not be staring at you.” We both laughed, watching each other for a minute. He eventually went back to reading his magazine.
“I like to pretend you’re watchin me, could it be a possibility… I wonder what you’re thinking…” I sang, just loudly enough that he could hear me. He smiled, but didn’t put his book down. “Do you wonder if I have a car, do you wonder if I play guitar? Well I do, but only one of the two.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that, finally looking up at me.
Am I flirting with someone? Maybe… but I actually kind of like where this song is going… I decided we needed a chorus and I switched chords; “You’re beautiful, you are beautiful! You got your noise in a book and all I need is a look to know… to know… you, you, you.”
Sitting in my economy-class-seat I felt regret, something I wasn’t use to feeling. Maxime’s friends had come back and I no longer felt comfortable singing his song to him, so I had packed up my guitar. He had smiled at me for the rest of the hour; and I hadn’t been able to do anything but smile back. He excreted confidence out of every pore in his body, with more charisma then any one man should be allowed. There was something else though, his smile, his eyes, his body (or at least what I could see of it). I felt an extremely strong attraction to him, and he hadn’t come closer than his chair, across the isle.
Oh well… he’s on his way to Miami and I need to get ready for this tour.
It wasn’t hard to get pumped up. We had been waiting for this summer all year long. It was going to be a blast and I could hardly believe how lucky I was to be in this seat, on my way to British Columbia, people would kill for this chance at the big time.
Then why do I wish I was heading to Miami? I let out a deep sigh before pulling my notebook out of my purse; I might never see him again but, I still have his song… I smiled to myself as pen hit paper.
Just Because...
I had a cute idea for a story but I wasn't sure when or even IF I was going to do it. On top of that... I wasn't sure who it should be about.
Apparently people think that I hate Max Talbot... which is NOT ture, I swear! He's one of my favorite Penguins =)
So I decided that I should make this short story about him. As far as my blogs are concerned, Mr. Talbot is stepping out of the side-character role and into the lime light; where we all know he loves to be.
It's nothing fancy but I still hope you like it!
Cheers! =)
Apparently people think that I hate Max Talbot... which is NOT ture, I swear! He's one of my favorite Penguins =)
So I decided that I should make this short story about him. As far as my blogs are concerned, Mr. Talbot is stepping out of the side-character role and into the lime light; where we all know he loves to be.
It's nothing fancy but I still hope you like it!
Cheers! =)
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