Love Me Till It Hurts
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I spend the rest of the afternoon adjusting paperwork for college with my mother. The latter is already sufficiently anguished by my departure, I don't have the courage to talk to her about our band project for the moment. Each day has enough trouble of its.
Around 9 pm, Ellie sends me a text message to invite me to have a drink with her boyfriend Matt. I take the road taking care to take my guitar in the trunk of my car. Once in the stairwell of her apartment, the sound of "November rain" from Guns'n Roses just tickle my ears. I hum while walking up the stairs. Ellie opens the door and kisses me on the cheeks.
She has such cheerfulness that when we saw each over we have a fit of the giggles.
- I think you will quickly go into "groupie girls mode" if it continues!
Matt doesn't seem to like our enthusiasm for the Black VeilBrides tour very much. And he knows very well that the name of "groupie" is something that makes us extremely horrified. We are poles apart from this kind of fans. What we like before the musicians and their physics is the music. Even if we have ever fantasized about some of them. We are human after all. But the comparison stops there.
- Oh ... Hewear me down with that since this afternoon ...
- I'm teasing you. But you can be sure that I'll watch you when we go to Paris.
He says it in a joking tone, but I feel he's still a little worried. He and Ellie have been together for two years. They met at a metal music festival in the area. Matt was a volunteer at the bar, they quickly sympathized and saw each other a few days later. And since that, it's true love. He's six years older than her, but it's never been a problem. Their passion for music binds them. He is also a guitarist and his like rock'n roll music.
I salute him. Behind his tough guy looks, he's actually as gentle as a lamb. He has a disreputable rocker dress style with his long hair, his gauges on his ears and his scary or artistic tattoos on his arms in a nod to his favorite style of music.
He serves me a beer.
- Uh ... A fruit juice will be fine for tonight, thank you.
- You, you drink too much last night.
- Until proven otherwise, you're not my mother Ellie sweetie !
She stick her tongue out before drawing my attention to her laptop. She has already scoured the websites ads to unearth us musicians in the area who are looking of a band.
- I sent emails and I have already received two positive answers for "auditioning".
- Wow! You're not hang about from what I see.
- I proposed them to come next Tuesday if it suits you. Matt knows a band who are ready to leave us their rehearsal room and their drums.
- I see you've already thought of everything.
She has a flawless organization. I clap my hands with enthusiasm.
- I look forward to seeing the results. I brought my guitar, there're some riffs that I would like to show you.
- I would love to be as creative as you.
- Don't underestimate yourself Ellie. You're as talented as me to find compos.
- Yes, but you have this little thing that makes it sound always perfect.
- She's right Amy, most of your ideas are great. Adds Matt.
Their compliments make me blush. I take my guitar out of it case and plug it into one of Matt's amps.
The rest of the evening pass at full speed. I show Ellie some compositions that she hastens to take back with me. And in the course of the notes, we manage to make them look like real songs. Many messages from musicians interested by our ad flock to her mailbox. All of this is seem to go pretty well for the moment.
