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Authors: BT Urruela
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made from various everyday items. His helmet is a small stainless steel bowl, his jaw part of a bike chain with screws for teeth. In his hand, he’s wielding a mace made out of an egg beater and screws.
“Hey, guys! You finally made it!” Teresa says, her voice registering at a high drunken octave. She walks around the table and gives both girls their hugs. Ethan and I are next. “Grab some wine! Xander, have you been able to try any yet?” Without letting me answer, she snatches up a few plastic cups and distributes them to each of us.
“I’ve had a few, but I’ve saved the best for last!” I take the cup from her and down it.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Teresa says slipping two more cups into my hands.
“Paige, have you taken him to Aeries?” She looks at me. “Aeries is our favorite. After ours, of course”
“Yes, Mom, that was our first stop?” Paige scans the crowd, nervously. It seems as if she’s looking for something—or someone.
“I haven’t seen him yet,” Teresa says.
Paige turns quickly to look at her. “I just didn’t want any surprises.”
“Fuck him! He’s not going to ruin our night!” Brandi says, a drunken slur beginning to make itself known. She grabs another cup anyways. Ethan tries to grab one as well, but Brandi shoots him a glare. “You better watch it, you gotta drive me home!”
Ethan rolls his eyes, but does as he’s told and lets go of the cup.
“Mom, we’re going to go walk around a little bit. Where’s Dad?” Paige asks.
“He’s talking with the judges in the judges’ tent. If you head there now, you should be able to catch him.”
Brandi passes around two more cups a piece to all those allowed to drink and we finish them off before departing.
The judges’ tent isn’t far and sits just behind the stage. The blaring amps send vibrations throughout my body. The pulse of the drums makes me wish I had my guitar. I’ve never experienced playing on stage, or with a band. I was always too nervous to play in front of people. But it’s something I’ve dreamed about since I was a little kid. Losing myself to the music. Letting the sound, the beat, the words, and the pain take over. And then—to let it all go.
Just as we reach the tent, Jack comes barreling out, his face bright red and a huge six-beers-down grin plastered on his face. He takes Paige into his arms, lifting her slightly off the ground and shaking her gently.
“My princess!”
“Daddy!” Paige giggles. “Let me down!”
He finally does and puts his hand out for me. I take it, and he pulls me in for a bro hug. Surprised, I accept it, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Ethan shooting me a sour look, his brow furrowed.
I give Jack a couple extra pats on the back for good measure and then pull away.
“Xander, my boy, good work this week. Now, come get a beer with me. This fucker Stan, whom I usually deny being friends with, makes a damn good APA. Oh, Ethan, you come too, man.”
Jack leads the two of us away, and I hear Brandi chuckling behind us. I turn and wave, primarily to Paige, but they both wave back.
“Bye bye, afterthought!” Brandi’s words have some bite to them, and Ethan glares back at her. Jack hardly notices, while I’m stifling a laugh of my own.
After three beers with Jack and Stan, along with the generous amount of wine samples, I’m stumbling a bit as I make my way through the crowd. Ethan struggles to keep up. I walk with a purpose and I know only one speed.
“Hey, man,” he says, still trying to catch up.
I don’t slow my step, or even turn back to him. From over my shoulder, I ask, “What’s up?”
“Hey, man,” he repeats, “can we slow down a little? We don’t even know where they are.” Ethan finally makes it to my side, and I see sweat has taken up most of his forehead and his glasses are fogged. A greasy sheen coats his forehead. I slow up a little as he removes his glasses and wipes them down with his shirt.
“I don’t
“Hey, guys! You finally made it!” Teresa says, her voice registering at a high drunken octave. She walks around the table and gives both girls their hugs. Ethan and I are next. “Grab some wine! Xander, have you been able to try any yet?” Without letting me answer, she snatches up a few plastic cups and distributes them to each of us.
“I’ve had a few, but I’ve saved the best for last!” I take the cup from her and down it.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Teresa says slipping two more cups into my hands.
“Paige, have you taken him to Aeries?” She looks at me. “Aeries is our favorite. After ours, of course”
“Yes, Mom, that was our first stop?” Paige scans the crowd, nervously. It seems as if she’s looking for something—or someone.
“I haven’t seen him yet,” Teresa says.
Paige turns quickly to look at her. “I just didn’t want any surprises.”
“Fuck him! He’s not going to ruin our night!” Brandi says, a drunken slur beginning to make itself known. She grabs another cup anyways. Ethan tries to grab one as well, but Brandi shoots him a glare. “You better watch it, you gotta drive me home!”
Ethan rolls his eyes, but does as he’s told and lets go of the cup.
“Mom, we’re going to go walk around a little bit. Where’s Dad?” Paige asks.
“He’s talking with the judges in the judges’ tent. If you head there now, you should be able to catch him.”
Brandi passes around two more cups a piece to all those allowed to drink and we finish them off before departing.
The judges’ tent isn’t far and sits just behind the stage. The blaring amps send vibrations throughout my body. The pulse of the drums makes me wish I had my guitar. I’ve never experienced playing on stage, or with a band. I was always too nervous to play in front of people. But it’s something I’ve dreamed about since I was a little kid. Losing myself to the music. Letting the sound, the beat, the words, and the pain take over. And then—to let it all go.
Just as we reach the tent, Jack comes barreling out, his face bright red and a huge six-beers-down grin plastered on his face. He takes Paige into his arms, lifting her slightly off the ground and shaking her gently.
“My princess!”
“Daddy!” Paige giggles. “Let me down!”
He finally does and puts his hand out for me. I take it, and he pulls me in for a bro hug. Surprised, I accept it, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Ethan shooting me a sour look, his brow furrowed.
I give Jack a couple extra pats on the back for good measure and then pull away.
“Xander, my boy, good work this week. Now, come get a beer with me. This fucker Stan, whom I usually deny being friends with, makes a damn good APA. Oh, Ethan, you come too, man.”
Jack leads the two of us away, and I hear Brandi chuckling behind us. I turn and wave, primarily to Paige, but they both wave back.
“Bye bye, afterthought!” Brandi’s words have some bite to them, and Ethan glares back at her. Jack hardly notices, while I’m stifling a laugh of my own.
After three beers with Jack and Stan, along with the generous amount of wine samples, I’m stumbling a bit as I make my way through the crowd. Ethan struggles to keep up. I walk with a purpose and I know only one speed.
“Hey, man,” he says, still trying to catch up.
I don’t slow my step, or even turn back to him. From over my shoulder, I ask, “What’s up?”
“Hey, man,” he repeats, “can we slow down a little? We don’t even know where they are.” Ethan finally makes it to my side, and I see sweat has taken up most of his forehead and his glasses are fogged. A greasy sheen coats his forehead. I slow up a little as he removes his glasses and wipes them down with his shirt.
“I don’t
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