Monday, August 25, 2008
SILENCE WAS GOLDEN...CONTINTUED
continued from previous post...
A storm blows in, the afternoon regular event now and band practice comes to an abrupt halt as the power flickers on and off and sprints for car windows are made. After a brief bit of hanging around laughing, engines start in the driveway and trucks roll away...without the band equipment. I assume it is due to the weather.
"When are they coming back for their instruments?" I ask Tyler, hopeful that it will be this afternoon as couches and tables are pushed and piled into corners.
"They're not." Tyler answers calmly. "It's staying here.... for practice."
I feel my own power flicker on and off and answer, "No, not, no, not happening." Tyler looks at me not seeing any problem. "Why here? What about Mike's basement?" I say, trying not to shriek.
"There's more room here and it's nicer." he says while reading a text message on his phone.
"Sorry." I sputter. "No way. You said Monday and that is what I agreed to." I remind him standing squarely before him.
"I said Mondays." He insists. "Come on Mom. Just for the next nineteen days? We have our first gig." he says, tipping his head and flashing a crooked smile. "Please??" He asks, sounding five-years-old.
"You'll be in school on Mondays and you don't get home until 4:30!" I feel myself power surging.
"Yeah... After that." he says matter-of-factly.
Metal music for dinner.
I will not live until Christmas.