Description : Rock Chick Reckoning
No One Got in the Way of Me and My Band
The phone rang.
My eyes opened and I looked at the clock.
In the morning.
I reached for the phone and said, “Hel o?” I sounded awake and alert. This was because it wasn’t unusual for me to be up at an ungodly hour in the morning.
Not only did I have loads of practice taking frantic phone cal s in the hours before dawn but also I was lead singer and guitarist of a rock band. Most of the time, I was just stumbling through the door after a gig at an ungodly hour in the morning.
“Stel a?” It was Buzz, my bass player. He sounded messed up. On the phone at an ungodly hour in the morning he always sounded messed up.
“Hey Buzz, what’s up?” I asked.
His answer could be anything. He needed me to bail him out of jail. He needed me to give him a ride home because he was somewhere, drunk out of his skul and thankful y responsible enough to cal someone, unthankful y, that someone was always me. He was stuck on a bil board on 8th promoting Earth, Wind and Fire’s uing concert with no way to get down (don’t ask).
But I was guessing it had to do with Lindsey.
“It’s Linnie,” Buzz said.
I was right.
“Buzz, I don’t –”
“She’s in bed, she ain’t movin’. Something’s weird. It just ain’t right. I’m scared to even touch her. Stel a Bel a, f**k…” he whispered. “I think she overdosed.”
I shot upright in my huge, super king-sized bed and...