Eddy was having the best show of his career. The fans were insane with their passion for the music, jumping in time to the beat and singing along with him with animated expressions. They were clapping, waving their arms to the rhythm and the women were doing their best to get his undivided attention with all their flirty ways. The lights twinkled brighter than he had ever seen and as he looked over at his band mates, he saw lit up expressions on their faces that told him they were having as much fun as he was. He had just begun a new set and was feeling more alive then he had in a long time, when he heard this ringing. It started off quietly at first but the more he concentrated on it, the louder it became…..
Eddy woke with a start to the ringing of his cell phone on his bedside table. Throwing his left arm up over his eyes to block out the sunlight, he reached over with his right hand and grabbed his phone.
“What.” he answered
“Wakey wakey Eddy. Do you know what time it is?”
“What do you want Jerry?” Jerry was the manager for the band and usually not so concerned about his sleeping habits unless it involved getting the mates up and onto the tour bus. Which it didn’t today.
“What do I want? What DO I want. Hmmm. That is a very good question. Feeling a little hung over I presume?”
Eddy sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his face with his hand in an attempt to clear the fog in his brain. Yes, he was definitely a little hung over, if the way his head was pounding was any indication.
“Is there a point coming anytime soon? Cause if there is can you just get to it so I can get back to sleep!”
“You want me to get to the point. Fine. How’s this? Are you fucking stupid? What on earth did you think you were doing?”
Eddy rubbed his face a little more trying to get his brain to think a little more clearly. Taking a big breath he said sleepily “This would make a little more sense Jerry if I had any idea what you were talking about.”
“Think Eddy. What do you remember about last night? Does kissing Katie and dancing together provocatively in front of the paparazzi ring any bells?”
Eddy was instantly awake as panic began to set in. Eddy strained to think back to the previous evening to the events that Jerry was talking about and then it slapped him like a bad memory in the face.
“Shit! Shit!” Eddy jumped off the bed, slapped his forehead for his stupidity, and turned around to face the bed. There in his bed was Katie Walsh.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Eddy paced around the room panicked now about events that he couldn’t quite remember. “What am I going to do”
“Getting the picture now aren’t you” Jerry replied. “You fucked up real good. All that work we did planning and working the plan to get Maya into your life and you go and blow it on a groupie! Well done!”
Eddy stopped pacing around the room, panic had turned to anger. “Shut up Jerry! Maya isn’t just a plan and she’s not just some girl! Shit I really fucked this up. Has it made the papers yet?”
“Eddy it made social media within a minute of the shots being taken. If Maya has seen them you’re fucked. Actually you’re fucked either way. Now figure out a way to fix it before its too late!”
Eddy closed his phone and looked down at Katie in his bed. It suddenly occurred to him that she wasn’t naked, at least he didn’t think she was. So pulling back the covers, slowly to not wake her, he discovered that she was fully dressed. So dressed that she was still wearing her shoes. Straining to think about the evening before, all the memories just seemed beyond his reach, which probably had a lot to do with this pounding in his head.
So flipping open the phone, he went in search for any news of last nights party, and it didn’t take him long to find. Cringing at the site of the pics, he once again tried to remember exactly what had happened.
He remembered arriving at the party around eight thirty and someone asked him to play an impromptu show, which he did, for about an hour. But after that it all seemed a little hazy.
He was about to jump in the shower, when his phone beeped indicating he had a message. Dreading what he was about to hear, he put the phone up to his ear and closed his eyes. The message was from Maya and she was obviously very juiced.
Eddy. Eddyyyy. My Eddyyy. Isn’t that what you said to me in your message? My Maya you called me. Well if I am your Maya then what are you doing with that slut groupie? What gives you the nerve to cheat on me? Me! I hope she wasss gooood Eddy. But if you want me to be your Maya then that bitch had better hit the road, cause if she is still with you when I see you next then we are through. You hear me Eddy? Through. Finito! Done like dust! You decide!