I'm honestly not 100% on this chapter or if I want to upload it yet, but I want to upload SOMETHING. Just..let me know what you liked or didn't like. I would really appreciate feedback.
BUT I can promise the next few chapters are good. I'm writing chapter 4 now, so yeah..read on guys.
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April 26, 2011 / POV Grace Davis / Tempe, AZ
“Grace Davis.” John laughs into the microphone. My head shoots up and I look him straight in the eyes. “Yes Grace, I did just say your name.” Everyone in the crowd starts to look around for this 'Grace' girl. I look down at the floor, hoping no one would point at me or even find out it was me. “I haven't seen you in so long.” He chuckles. “If it's alright, I'd really like to sing this song for you. You were there when I wrote it, but I don't think I ever got the chance to sing it to you.” He smiles boyishly at me and then says, “Grace, this song is dedicated to you.”
He starts to play a song called, “Saving Grace” and by the chorus, I was already running outside of the venue with tears streaming down my eyes like literal waterfalls. This was all to much memories to take in at once.
He knew what this song meant to me. What it meant to us.
I guess I should just start from the beginning.
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July 12, 2008 / POV Grace Davis
“Hey Grace..” I hear my friend, Anna, mumble lowly to me, as I take a sip of my luke warm coffee. “I think I might have just found something perfect for you.” I turn around from the counter and lean back, looking at her point at an ad in the newspaper.
“Ah, what job do we have today?” I sigh, getting sick of looking for a job, since this is what we did every Sunday afternoon when we get the paper.
Anna shoots her head over at me and huffs, “You're gonna like this one, Grace. I promise.” She points at it again and reads loudly, “Band assistant. Needed for upcoming tour across the country. Needed ASAP.”
I stop mid-sip and pull my head up from my coffee cup. “What did you just say?”
“Told you you'd be interested.” She laughs. “It's anonymous, which is the only problem. You could be signing up to be the assistant for an old, nasty band full of freaks, but at least they left a number and email. Here.” She passes me the newspaper and before Anna could say anything more, I was on the computer emailing them all of the required information. Nasty or not, this was a dream of mine. If they ended up being a little uncomfortable to be around, I know that I could put up, because this could help me get into the business.
Give me any job related to music in any way and I'll happily accept.
Dear Anonymous,
I am definitely interested in being your assistant. My friend keeps reminding me how I really should find out more about you all, because you thinks you'll turn out to be nasty and old, but to be honest, whatever you look like or whatever kind of music you sing, I don't mind at all. I want this job more than anything. Music is my life and you'll get what you need with me working. I'm not one to slack off.
Oh, well I should probably tell you a little about myself like you asked, so here goes. My name is Grace Jones and I live for music. I'm 19 going on 20, so I'm young, but I'm just like an adult. I can work just as good. I'm assuming you all live in Arizona as well, since your ad was in the East Valley newspaper, but if you don't, that's really quite odd.
I bet I'm not the only girl wanting this job, so I guess I should say a little bit more about myself than just my age and the fact that I can work. I'm sure everyone else is saying the same thing, so I'll tell you some more.
Well, I'm kind of a nerd with video games, but not nerdy enough to base my whole life around them, but music, that's another story. I live and breathe music, even if my music making skills aren't perfect. I can sure play a mean game of Call of Duty, but not any simple song on the guitar.
BUT, I can pack up your instruments extremely fast and I can sure set them up fast too. I'm good with sound tech too, but I'm still learning, so I'm not perfect.
If you gave me this opportunity, I would bow down and praise you all. I bet I would be so grateful that I'd do something crazy like run out on stage looking like an idiot but I guess I wouldn't care because you guys gave me the job.
I like to have fun and be wild, but I can be serious and calm if you ask. Don't think that I'm a party girl, please, because I'm not. I like to have fun, but I'm not a dumb hoe looking for a band to hang around with. Oh god, now I sound like a b-i-t-c-h. My apologies! xD
If there's anything I missed or anything else you need to know, just email me back at this email address or call my cellphone at 480-273-0736.
Thanks for the opportunity and I hope to here back soon!
-Grace Jones
I type out the rest of my email and hit send, hoping to see something, anything within the next few days. Hopefully an email letting me know that I got it, but I knew that I wasn't the only girl in Arizona grabbing for this job.
All I could do now was be happy I wouldn't have to job hunt for a few days and just hope I get the job.
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July 13, 2008 / POV John O'Callaghan
“Hey John, check this out!” I hear Pat call from the kitchen. When I walk in, he's hunched over with his elbows resting on the island and his face glued to the laptop screen. He turns around and waves me over.
I peek over his shoulder at the row of emails he's looking at and ask, “Are these all the people who sent in emails? Oh god, this is gonna take a while.” I sigh, looking more closely at the email addresses. Supergirl638, LadybugLover, Sammy71, Angelcakes, PrincessLea.. “Dude, they're are no guys!” I chuckle. Even when we go anonymous, only girls apply. Unbelievable.
“True, but I found this one girl who seems perfect for the job, just read it.” He says, sliding the computer over so that I could see it better.
Halfway through reading the email, Pat laughs and I look up at him, confused. “What?”
He smirks at me and pushes off the island. He walks around to the fridge, then looks back and says, “You're smiling.” He pauses. “Does that mean you agree? I'm thinking we should definitely say yes to this girl.”
I nod, still smiling and say, “What about the rest of the guys? Shouldn't we at least let them read the email and then agree?”
“I already told them and they agreed too. Now just right the damn email already.” Pat chuckles before popping open a can of coke and leaving the kitchen.
After Pat was out of the kitchen, I read the last of the email and open up a new email to reply with. I honestly feel kind of guilty for not reading the other emails, but I agree with Pat. She's perfect for the job and perfect as our assistant. I stopped thinking about being guilty and started to write.
Dear Grace,
I got you're email and I'm actually quite interested in having you as our assistant. You seem like the kind of person who could put up with our shit and could put up with us SAYING shit. So I guess this is the email saying that you got the job.
I guess this is also the email where I tell you about myself and the rest of the band. I'm John, by the way. I'm in a band called The Maine with 4 other cool dudes. I don't know if you've ever heard of us before, but if you haven't, that's fine. I'm the band's lead vocalist and Garrett Nickelsen is our bassist, Jared Monaco lead guitarist, Kennedy Brock is our other guitarist and back ups vocals, and then there's Pat Kirch, our drummer.
We're all just a big family full of guys who love music, just like you, so I'm sure we'll all get along just fine.
Our next tour starts in about a week and a half and I truly hate to ask, but when's the soonest you could start? Do you live in Tempe? If not, how close are you to Tempe?
Please respond back ASAP and it's good to have you apart of the crew.
-John O'Callaghan
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July 13, 2008 / POV Grace Davis
“Anna..” I saw quietly as I rise from the chair slowly. “Anna..” I repeat, saying it faster and louder now. “Anna, I got the job!” I hear her scream from the other room and hear her running from her room to where I am in the living room now.
She stops in front of me wearing short pajama shorts, a light colored plain flannel and long white socks. Her face is calm but she body is figgiting, aching to know who this anonymous band is. “Congratulations, Grace.” She says as content as she can before cracking and asking quickly, “So, who's the band!?” I sit back down in my chair and she comes rushing to my side as I read over the email again.
I scan the email for the band name again and when I find it, I tell her, “Um, it says The Maine. Do you know who they-”
She cuts me off with a shocked face and says, “I fucking hate you, Grace Elizabeth Davis.”
I make a sad face and she stays still, same shocked expression spread across her face. “I'm guessing you know who they are then.” I chuckle lowly before standing up in front of her. I put my hand on her shoulder and say in my best sympathetic voice, “I'll get you concert tickets, okay?”
“Okay,” She says in a cute, baby voice, but immediately changes her voice into a mean guy type of tone. “but if you don't, you better watch yourself..” She trails off and looks away before getting up in my face, obviously trying to be scary. Oh, I love Anna and she is such a great actor, but she will never scare me.
I pretend to cower and say in a scared voice, “Ok-k-k. That only lasts for about a few seconds before I burst out laughing and walk away. “Oh, you will never scare me, but you will always make me laugh. Thanks for trying, though.”
“Blah, I'm the scariest person you will ever meet.” She giggles, but then goes back to her 'scary' voice.
“Alright, sure.” I laugh back, but stop for a moment before starting again. I had just gotten the job of touring around the country with a very cool group of people and I wasn't even really stopping to think about it. I had finally gotten my dream job.
"Fuck yeah!" I yell loudly, hearing a slight echo because of how close to empty the living room was, but what can I say,
I'm excited.
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Oh my god that was horrible. Least favorite chapter so far, BUT LIKE I SAID, better chapters are coming. Please like and leave comments. Feedback is wanted!!!
Okay, good night guys! :-))
-Sara