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at the poor percentages that I would get the job. Well, fuck me.
“Excuse me?” she asked, startled. Had I said that out loud? Oh dear.
“Sorry, bad day,” I admitted, pointing to my hair. In that awkward moment, I recognized I was buying booze from a drugstore in Manhattan, looking like a Muppet with a mullet. Maybe Michael wasn’t that atrocious of a husband, because this whole finding a job and a place to start my life over was tough. I ought to call him back and express to him I would go to therapy after all. Evidently, there was something wrong with me. If I called now, I would look desperate seeing as I just withdrew bundles of cash. He would think he had the upper hand and that was not going to happen. I would give it another day and call. I would not grovel, especially since it was he that cheated on me with half of Massachusetts.
“Yeah, that cut is pretty awful. My dog has a nicer hair style than you,” she deadpanned as she rang up my purchases. I nodded solemnly in agreement. What else could I say? Her dog was probably prettier and clearly, didn’t have to worry about cheating husbands and finding a job. I pushed the twenty dollar bills into the sack of junk I purchased and headed back to Johnny’s to drink more and dye my hair red. I would turn my frown upside down. If only for today.
Chapter Eleven
Johnny
I looked out the window at the changing leaves. They were so vivid. I couldn’t remember a time in my life where I took in all of the colors and thought about how much nature was miraculous. Change was definitely in the air. What the fuck was going on with my brain? Since when was I so philosophical? I took out my wallet and grabbed the three photos of Jules. She was laughing in one. Her long dark hair was put up in braids that went everywhere. I remember the moment I took this photo. It was right after I told her I sat outside the train station in Baltimore and played for tips. I sang and someone came up to me and said I should pay them to listen. She didn’t let me live that one down for months.
I felt the comfortable pain of losing her once more. It was familiar. I wondered if Brennan and she were back from their trip. After the tour, I would make a trip to Martha’s Vineyard to see how they were getting along. The moment I saw any conflict, I was going to be right there for her.
“You still can’t get over her?” Dex asked from behind me. I shook my head slowly.
“She was such a huge part of my fucking life. I feel like I’m missing something all the time,” I summarized. I couldn’t say more without choking up. In no way was I going to show Dex that I knew how to cry and I knew how to do it well.
“Dude, I hate to say it, but she’s never coming back. The lawyers are about done. She just signed an agreement that she would never cover our songs or be part of the band again. She wanted the royalties, I guess. Money talks, you know?” he sighed as he ran his fingers under his chin.
“No. Not for Jules. She signed that so if she got the impulse to play again, she would have to do it on her own. Money isn’t that important to her and her house is bad ass. She’s fine financially,” I said. I didn’t realize I had slipped up until Dex came around and sat on the bench across from me.
“You went to her house on Martha’s Vineyard? You’ve got to fucking be kidding me.” He was pissed. He looked both pissed and ashamed. No, maybe he was disappointed. Dr. Screw - cock had the same face. Yes, I was a stalker. Yes, I was out of my mind obsessed with her.
“I just went once. I had to see her. She…she really hurt me, Dex,” I whispered. A tear was starting to form and I turned to look out the window again. I took out my phone and went to my recent calls.
Emily hadn’t answered the house phone all day. Stupidly, I forgot to get her phone number and she probably figured it was too rude to answer someone else’s phone. I only hoped she listened to the voicemail. I
“Excuse me?” she asked, startled. Had I said that out loud? Oh dear.
“Sorry, bad day,” I admitted, pointing to my hair. In that awkward moment, I recognized I was buying booze from a drugstore in Manhattan, looking like a Muppet with a mullet. Maybe Michael wasn’t that atrocious of a husband, because this whole finding a job and a place to start my life over was tough. I ought to call him back and express to him I would go to therapy after all. Evidently, there was something wrong with me. If I called now, I would look desperate seeing as I just withdrew bundles of cash. He would think he had the upper hand and that was not going to happen. I would give it another day and call. I would not grovel, especially since it was he that cheated on me with half of Massachusetts.
“Yeah, that cut is pretty awful. My dog has a nicer hair style than you,” she deadpanned as she rang up my purchases. I nodded solemnly in agreement. What else could I say? Her dog was probably prettier and clearly, didn’t have to worry about cheating husbands and finding a job. I pushed the twenty dollar bills into the sack of junk I purchased and headed back to Johnny’s to drink more and dye my hair red. I would turn my frown upside down. If only for today.
Chapter Eleven
Johnny
I looked out the window at the changing leaves. They were so vivid. I couldn’t remember a time in my life where I took in all of the colors and thought about how much nature was miraculous. Change was definitely in the air. What the fuck was going on with my brain? Since when was I so philosophical? I took out my wallet and grabbed the three photos of Jules. She was laughing in one. Her long dark hair was put up in braids that went everywhere. I remember the moment I took this photo. It was right after I told her I sat outside the train station in Baltimore and played for tips. I sang and someone came up to me and said I should pay them to listen. She didn’t let me live that one down for months.
I felt the comfortable pain of losing her once more. It was familiar. I wondered if Brennan and she were back from their trip. After the tour, I would make a trip to Martha’s Vineyard to see how they were getting along. The moment I saw any conflict, I was going to be right there for her.
“You still can’t get over her?” Dex asked from behind me. I shook my head slowly.
“She was such a huge part of my fucking life. I feel like I’m missing something all the time,” I summarized. I couldn’t say more without choking up. In no way was I going to show Dex that I knew how to cry and I knew how to do it well.
“Dude, I hate to say it, but she’s never coming back. The lawyers are about done. She just signed an agreement that she would never cover our songs or be part of the band again. She wanted the royalties, I guess. Money talks, you know?” he sighed as he ran his fingers under his chin.
“No. Not for Jules. She signed that so if she got the impulse to play again, she would have to do it on her own. Money isn’t that important to her and her house is bad ass. She’s fine financially,” I said. I didn’t realize I had slipped up until Dex came around and sat on the bench across from me.
“You went to her house on Martha’s Vineyard? You’ve got to fucking be kidding me.” He was pissed. He looked both pissed and ashamed. No, maybe he was disappointed. Dr. Screw - cock had the same face. Yes, I was a stalker. Yes, I was out of my mind obsessed with her.
“I just went once. I had to see her. She…she really hurt me, Dex,” I whispered. A tear was starting to form and I turned to look out the window again. I took out my phone and went to my recent calls.
Emily hadn’t answered the house phone all day. Stupidly, I forgot to get her phone number and she probably figured it was too rude to answer someone else’s phone. I only hoped she listened to the voicemail. I
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