~Believing That There Is No Hope Will Make Us Free From Misery~

Chapter 2

(The Next Day)
*The phone rings*
‘‘Hello?’’ I answer
*Silence*
‘‘Hello?’’ I repeat, but all I hear now is the dead line.
‘‘odd’’ I say to myself.
I get up and change. I have no work today, but I don’t know what to do today. Maybe I can call Iris. I pick up the phone and dial her number. It didn’t take long for her to pick up.
‘‘Hello?’’ I hear Iris say
‘‘Iris, hey!’’
‘‘Oh! Zelda! What’s up?’’
‘‘Not much. I was just wondering if you were free so we could do something, I don’t know, what ever you want to do’’
‘‘Sounds great! Lets go to the Mall, I’ve heard that the My Chem. Guys are going to your work place to meet fans and all that crap. Care to go?’’ She asks.
‘‘Sure, why not. I don’t even know how the guys look like, so I’ll go’’
‘‘I’ll tell you how they look like: Major Hot! All of them, though I prefer the lead singer…no, wait…I think I like better the drummer…no, hold on…’’ Oh no, she is getting into a story line!
‘‘Well, if we want to meet those guys I’ll say we better hurry’’ I tell her as an excuse to shut her up.
‘‘Good idea. Let me get ready and I’ll meet you there’’
We both hung up. I put on some make up and hurry outside o my car. I drive all the way to my work, though this time I’m not going to work.
As soon as I get inside the Mall I see a huge line going outside Tower Records. I have never seen a lot of people inside of TR. The My Chem. Guys must be really famous.
As I walk in to get a better view I spot really quick Iris. ‘‘Hey, you are here!’’ she says too happy for me to smile. ‘‘Yeah. So are this My Chem. Guys really that famous?’’ I ask, kind of embarrassed because of my ignorance ‘‘Are you kidding me? Everybody love this guys!’’ I guess I’ll believe her with this.
‘‘You think you can get us in? I don’t want to go all the way back to that line, its huge!’’ She tells me. I try to think if maybe I can get us in. Maybe I can, I’ll try. We go up to the front door and I see guards on each side of the door. I try to pass past them, but one of them stops me before I can get in. ‘‘Where do you think you are going?’’ One of them asks me ‘‘I work here’’ I tell them, but I guess they don’t believe me, so I pull out my card, then the other one says ‘‘I don’t know if we can let you in. We believe you have to go to the back of the line and wait’’ Freaking guards ‘‘But I work here, I even have the keys of this door’’ I sounded more like whining than arguing. Then the guard who spoke first talked again ‘‘Sorry, we can’t let you in’’