LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Cos I Like What I See With My Eyes Shut

                  

Noel was somewhere in Australia. One of his gigs in New Zealand had to be cancelled because the band's equipment couldn't make it from South America in time.

            "I feel really fuckin' bad about it." He said one night during one of our phone conversations. "I hate to let 'em down but there was nothin' I could do."

            "Well just assure them that you'll be back." I suggested. "They'll believe you. You're their God."

            He chuckled. "Yeah I suppose you're right. I also supposed you'd be happy to hear I just saw your lover, Nic fuckin' about on the beach this mornin'."

            "You did not!" I said.

            "I did so!" He argued. "I told him you send your love and that you sent a picture of your tits but they somehow got lost in the post."

            "Yeah." I said with a sarcastic huff. "They were on the same ship as your guitars."

            He laughed again. "You really are somethin', Jules. Ya know that?"

            "Yes I do."

            "Well I hate to cut this short but I've gotta get going." He said.

            "Okay." I replied. "B-"

            "I really miss you."

            I smiled a little to myself. "I miss you too." I told him. "Make your fans proud!"

            "Will do!" He replied. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?"

            "Yeah."

            We hung up after that and I became bored. I didn't have any plans for the day. I thought about going for a walk since the weather was still nice but I had to get dressed first. I put a CD in Noel's stereo and turned it up so the music filled the house. The stereo was a little far from the bathroom and I had to make do.

            I danced along in between the steps of my make-up and hair routine. The song was too catchy not to.

            I just finished getting ready when the doorbell rang. 'Who on Earth could that be?' I wondered. Noel was gone so why would anyone bother to come calling?

            "Alright." He said as he stood on the welcome mat. The sun reflected brightly off his bald head and his beard was really dark and really thick. It had been quite a while since I saw a man who wasn't clean shaven unless you count Serge Pizzorno.

            "Hi." I replied. "Can I help you?"

            "I've come to speak to Noel. Is he in?"

            "No he's on tour." I told him. Didn't everyone in England know Noel's schedule?

            "Oh that's right. It's a pity, that." He went on, his dialect way different than much of what I heard down south. "His new band's alright but Oasis will always be better. I should know."

            I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame. "And why should you know?" I asked curiously. Who was this guy and what was he playing at?

            "'Cuz I'm the one who introduced that lot to each other." He replied. "I'm Bigun." He held out his hand for me to shake it.

            "Jules." I told him as we shook hands.