Songs In A Minor

Chapter 32

After my father and Chris finished flushing out their systems, we were ready to leave for the hospital. I put on my coat and tims and we all climbed into my dad’s white Escalade. Marissa and my father sat in the front while Chris and I sat in the back. Dad pulled out of the driveway and made his way to the hospital. 

We sat in the waiting room for a bit, while they prepped my mom for us to see her. After about 20 minutes they called us in to her room. My dad led us into the room.

My mom just laid there on her hospital bed not moving. Tubes for all different purposes jutted out from almost every part of her upper body. They all moved closer to her and I stood in the back by the door watching her from afar. It’s hard to believe that she could be in a coma just from having breast cancer. 

Chris’s phone started ringing loudly, breaking the silence that fell upon all of us. He plucked it out of his pocket, looked at the contact and excused himself from the room. 

Moments after the door closed the doctor came in to talk to my dad. “Mr. Pittman,” The doctor said. He was a short, pudgy man with a balding head and liver spots freckled over his visible skin. 

My dad looked at him through his glossy eyes. “I’d like to talk to you outside for a minute if you don’t mind.” The doctor continued. My dad crossed the room and followed him outside into the hallway leaving Marissa and me by ourselves. 

“It’s horrible seeing her like this. Don’t you agree?” She asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” I muttered. I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t want to move. This whole seemed weird to me and I didn’t know how to react to it. 

“I hope she wakes up soon, because I might have to take the Tucker from Miss March approach and just beat her with a baseball bat until she wakes up.” She joked. I made a throaty sound to answer her idea. 

“You know it’s kind of hard to talk to you when you don’t respond.” She pointed out. I broke the gaze I had with mom’s closed eyes and shifted my eyes towards her. 

“I am trying with you, Erin. Can you at least try with me too?” She said, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“It’s kind of hard to try with you when you’re trying to poison me, and talking about how you’re going to beat my mother—who’s in a vegetated state.” I finally replied. 

“I was joking! I know you’re very fond of your dark humor, so I thought I’d pitch in.”

“Sorry, if I’m not in the joking mood, I mean the woman who birthed me is on a hospital bed for god’s sake.”

She stayed quiet until Chris came into the room, and asked for me. I muttered, “I’ll be right back.” I went outside into the hallway with him.

“I have some great news, and some not so great news.” He said.

“What?” I asked.

“Peter got me an interview with Angela Yee and the Breakfast Club at Power 105 to introduce Beautiful People.” He told me with a huge smile on his face.

I jumped up and gave him a hug. He twirled me around a bit. “Oh, Chris! That’s wonderful news. When is it?” He let go of my body and I landed firmly on the ground. His face went a bit sour.

“See that’s the bad news. The interview is tomorrow morning at 9.” He answered. My grin slowly evaporated. 

“What?”

“I know, Erin, but this is a once in a life time opportunity, and I—“ I stopped him. 

“I know, Chris, You don’t have to explain it to me. I’m happy for you.” I interjected. He smiled. 

“Thanks, babe. I’m glad you understand.” 

“Can you believe it? I’m going to be on the radio.” He said. He threw his fist high in the air like he was John Bender. 

“You’re going to be on the radio!” I repeated. A male doctor and a female nurse passed by us. 

“I’m going to be on the radio.” He told them. His face was so bright. 

“Congrats.” The mumbled, as they walked away. 

“Imagine it baby, my name in lights on Radio City. Chris Brown, dazzling ain’t it?” He questioned. I nodded. 

“We’re going straight to the top.” He said.

“You’re going straight to the top. I’ll still be a Juilliard studying my music.” 

“Nah baby, if I’m going, you’re coming with me, okay? Promise?” He asked holding out his pinky finger. I took it with mine, and we both kissed our thumbs at the same time. He leaned down to kiss my lips to seal the deal.

“Well I guess you can’t meet my dance coach if you’re leaving tonight.” I said, changing the subject. 

“Oh, yes I can. My flight isn’t until 11.” He responded. I smiled. 

How did I get so lucky?

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This is a shorter chapter, I know, but I will update sometime this weekend and overcompensate for this short chapter.