Page 58 of Our Moon
Please just find your way,
Until then, forever yours I will stay.
I rest my cheek on the bed beside her, looking up at her face. I will her to wake up and to open her eyes. I would give anything, even my own life, just to look into her beautiful blue eyes again.
“That was beautiful,” a voice says from behind me, and I jump up. It’s just one of the nurses. The younger, nicer one. “I’m sorry,”she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s okay,” I say, wiping the tears I didn’t realize had escaped. “It’s just always so quiet around here.”
“It is,” she nods. “Did you write that?” she asks as she checks Ally’s stats.
“Yeah. Is she okay?” I ask, concerned.
“The same,” she replies as she takes down some notes. I nod and begin to pack up my things. “You don’t have to go, visiting hours aren’t over yet.”
“I know, I just have to get out of here before her brothers stop by.” She looks at me a little strangely. “They don’t know about us,” I tell her. “We never got the chance to tell them.”
She nods sadly, “I understand. I won’t say anything if I see them, but they could always check the visitor’s log.”
“We’re all best friends, so it’s okay if they know I came. It’s just if they knew how…personal…the visits are…”
She nods, “Fair enough.”
“Thanks,” I say to her. Then I turn back to Ally and kiss her forehead. “I love you, baby girl.”
As I walk past the nurse on the way out, I swear I see tears in her eyes.
***
One of the interesting things about playing a restaurant near the airport is that you just never know who is going to walk through the door. Once in a while, we’ve seen actors who are vacationing or filming nearby. Occasionally it’s musicians and their suits who are passing through town on tour.
Tonight, it’s the tour manager for one of the hottest bands on the radio right now, Infrared Flamingos. Apparently he loved our set and they just had one of their opening bands drop out of the tour back in Maryland.
“I’d like to talk to the execs about you guys, got a manager?”
“No, man,” I tell him. “Trevor here handles our bookings and finances.”
“The label could probably hook you up with someone for the tour, if they decide they want you. A temporary thing, just so you could just focus on the music and let someone else handle the business side of things.”
Trevor nods, “Sounds good.” The tour manager, Bill, gets Trevor’s number and tells him he’ll be in touch within the week.
Turns out we didn’t have to wait that long at all. Bill called back two days later, on Monday, and said the execs loved the clip he had recorded on his phone and played for them. They wanted to fly us up to New York tohear us in person and go over the tour contract. We ask Mr. Adelson, Mr. Monroe’s old partner, to join us since we don’t know a thing about contracts.
“This all looks legit,” Mr. Adelson says as he finishes reading the last page. “Just show up for the shows, stay out of trouble, and you’re all set.”
Our audition went off without a hitch, and the suits loved us. Said we were just what they were looking for, both for the tour and possibly the label. They quickly corralled us in a conference room and handed over stacks of paperwork.
“What about transportation?” Trevor asks.
“We’ve room on one of our buses. You’d have to bunk with other bands, but it beats having to come up with your own ride,” one of the execs tells us.
“Can we have a minute to discuss it privately?” Trevor asks him.
“Absolutely,” the exec says and they all step out.
“I’ll be right outside,” Mr. Adelson says as he gets up and follows them out.
“So what do you guys think?” Trevor asks.
