I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
Part 49's
C'est la marmelade de ma grand
C'est la marmelade de ma grand
Dansons la marmelade ce soir sous les ponts
Dansons la marmelade ce soir.
The singing of Lady Marmelade, which sounded like a bunch of vikings partying on the front of the tour bus The Rebellion, made Ben who was lying on his bed smiling and shaking slowly. Liam, Marcus and the crew were having a good time with their beer bottles.
Buses are on the long street of Illinois. Their destination was Chicago. The first city The Rebellion will stop in their third album tour.
"Okay, I'll tell them soon."
Jack's voice, the incense manager, was heard. Ben flicked away the curtain that bound his bed with the hallway inside the bus. Jack was walking towards her. Cue Ben to get out of his dispute.
"Hey boys, listen up!" he called out to the men who were dissolving in their beer bottles who stopped their singing.
"What's up Jack?" ask Liam.
"Where's Greg?" Jack asked back when he did not see Greg among them.
"Here!"
The call came from the kitchen, Greg who was eating a plate of snacks stopped his activities and then immediately joined.
"Just on the part of The Vic Theatre, our venue in Chicago says that they want to showcase a Rebellion collaboration with an up-and-coming band, Resistance, you don't mind? There's one day to rehearsal after the NBC Chicago interview" Jack said.
"I know that band, they have a hot female vocalist(sexy female vocalist)" Marcus said. Welcomed by Liam and the crew.
Jack rolled his eyeballs.
"I'm not talking about their hot female vocalist here, Marc, so .. are you guys okay with that?"
"Yeah, sure," they answered in unison.
"Ben?"Jack turned his gaze to Ben who was leaning his body on the sofa.
"You set it up" Ben replied accordingly.
"Great!" Jack flicked his thumb and index finger all right. "Let's get on with the beer" he continued.
"Yeah!" shout them at the same time. Then resume their fun show.
Ben returned to lay his body on his soft, narrow bed. Snatched his phone and checked if there was an incoming message that he had so expected. Only a few messages from Anita were reluctant to be read.
Laras, are you still mad at me?
Ben wrote back a message for Laras, since yesterday the girl did not want to pick up the phone or reply to the message.
A few minutes later,
Sorry Ben, I was busy, didn't have time to reply your messages.
Ben smiled reading the incoming message from the girl that filled his mind.
Can I call you now?
The "send" button has been pressed. After ten minutes of waiting,
Yep.
Baras' short answer made him radiant. Immediately pressed the phone number Laras listed on the screen of his phone.
"Hi Ben's." The sound of the barrage from across there.
A voice that could warm the recesses of his heart. Ben misses that girl.
"Hey, I'm not bothering you, am I?" ask Ben. Heard the voices of the people chatting and the sounds of music on the other side.
"Not really, I just finished work and waited for my friend to come home together."
Ben glanced at the watch on his arm. Showing at 7:30 p.m. It's saturday. This means that Laras is in the restaurant Boucherie.
"Is the French bothering you again?" asked Ben who suddenly remembered the restaurant manager told Laras some time ago.
Sounded Laras chuckling. "Little."
"I'll send someone to take care of you then."
"Oh come on Ben," Baras protested. "I'm fine."
"What about your ex-girlfriend? Did he see you again?"
"Nope"
"Let me know he's messing with you, Laras."
On the other side, Laras sighed softly. Then there was a conversation across there that made Ben's chest rumble.
"Well, will I take you home?"
"Oh, Merci Monsieur Jourdain, I'm going home with Maya."
"D'accord, a demain, ma belle."
Ben's chest increasingly rumbled to hear Laras talk with his manager.
"Sorry Ben, where did we get to?"
Ben breathed a heavy sigh. Suddenly no longer eager to talk any longer with Laras.
"Forget it," said Ben lethargic. "I'll call you next time. Good night, Laras," Ben ended the call.
Leaving Laras across there sitting staring at the screen of his phone.
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Author's Note:
In French:
-Merci, Monsieur Jourdain - Thank you Mr. Jourdain.
- D'accord, a demain, ma belle - Okay, until tomorrow, my beauty.
