LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Frank Dillane on the Brain

"I'm so pissed!" I screamed into the phone.

            "What're ya pissed about?" Matt asked.

            "Everything! I opened my damn email the other day to find out we did all that work on The Gallows Pole spread and George MacKay ain't even gonna be in it! So, I texted Shane and I said, 'What the hell are you gonna tell him?!'. So, then The NME reached out and said they'd make it up to me but it's like, how they gonna make it up to George? And then of course, you're leavin' and-" I shut up when I realized I went too far.

            He sighed. "Look, it sucks all the way around but let's try to forget it for now and go out. I got a goin' away present for you-"

            "Shouldn't I be the one gettin' you a goin' away present?" I inquired.

            I got away from Liam, Noel, and Gene without too much difficulty. It was the mental break I needed if only for a short time.

            Matt and I met for lunch...but we weren't alone.

            "Jules, this is Frank." He introduced him.

            "Hi." Frank greeted me with a smile.

            He looked about our age with his long hair sleeked back with gel. His gentle complexion, facial bone structure, and "proper" way of speaking reminded me of Pete Doherty...without the heroin.

            "He's my replacement." Matt informed me.

            "Your replacement?" I echoed confused.

            I quickly learned of their arrangement and lunch turned into a job interview.

            "So, can you line dance?" I questioned Frank.

            "Suppose I could." He nodded.

            "Good." I stood up grabbing my phone. "Let's start you off with somethin' simple then."

            Frank and Matt followed right behind me. Matt knew just what to do of course but it didn't take Frank long to learn either.

            We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other until it was time to get to the inevitable.

            "Your mission...should you choose to accept it..."

            Matt left for Australia, and I felt more alone than I had in a long time. I knew I shouldn't have felt that way but I couldn't help it.

            "So, when yer gettin' back?" Noel asked as I gathered my stuff to go.

            "Hopefully by the end of the night." I replied.

            "Hopefully?"

            "Yep." I shrugged. "Provided the trains ain't late."

            "Yer goin' on your jack then?" He inquired.

            "Nope." I revealed.

            "Who yer goin' with then?" Liam chimed in.

            "Frank."

            "Who the fu-"

            "Like you have any fuckin' room to talk!" I shouted. "How Nicole could actually believe you wouldn't end up fuckin' Debbie-"

            "Oi-"

            "Oh, yeah! I went there!" I cut him off. "And there's a lotta other places I could go too if you're really feelin' froggy! I'm goin' to Liverpool and if either of yins has an issue with it, you can get to fuck!"