Pizza

Katie’s compliment brings a bit of color to the guys’ faces, showing the truth of their humility as a band.

Kyle grins as Katie says she’s not dying, and mutters quietly under his breath, “The way Jason was worried about you, you’d think you were on your death bed.” He chuckles at her. “Well then maybe I’ll just have to see you when you’re not in this hospital bed.”

Phil gives him a kick to the shins to put a leash on Kyle’s flirting.

All three guys’ faces fall as they find out Jason is out of state.

“Texas?” Mike leans on the back of the chair. “He mentioned he spent some time there…” He sighs deeply. “I think we lost him, boys.”

Kyle’s shoulders drop, and he rests his hands on his hips. “That’s what I was afraid of. He didn’t like the looks of that contract.”

“Well we just did it for him,” Phil reasons. “I could care less about it – it was just so he’d feel protected about getting paid for gigs. If he trusts us, tear the stupid thing up.”

“Nah, I just think he’s got too much else going on.” Mike shrugs. “Though he never did say what his job was.”

Kyle quirks an eyebrow. “I think he’s with the FBI.”

“The FBI?!” Phil rolls his eyes. “He’s only twenty-one.”

“So? James Bond wasn’t exactly an old man when he…”

“Kyle.” Mike grimaces. “Cut it out.” He glances back at Katie. “Sorry. We just got our hopes up is all. We could make it with just the three of us and Kyle on vocals, but Jason…he’s just got ‘it’ know what I mean? Not only with his voice, but his stage presence made the whole show the other night.” He shakes his head. “I guess we’ll just have to see if he really does call us on Monday.”

Kyle wanders around the room, letting his overactive mind think about the situation, while taking in the sights at the same time. He adjusts his leather wristband and sighs. His eyes fall to the dresser at the end of the bed, and they widen. He lets out a low whistle and picks up Katie’s drawing of the band. “Say, now.” A grin creeps across his face and he looks at Katie. “This is dang good. You draw this?”

Phil looks over his shoulder. “What?”

Kyle shows him the picture, still grinning. “I think we got ourselves a real fan here, boys!” He shifts his gaze to Katie. “You did this from memory?”


Con looks at Jamie’s red face, and starts to feel sheepish for his previous stunt. He mouths the word to her, “Sorry,” but he can’t help his grin of amusement.
He looks up at Mable, trying to contain his laughter. “Bring us a pizza, Mable. Put pepperoni, mushrooms and green peppers on one half, and whatever your daughter wants on the other half.”