Christine gets something mysterious from Gerard.
“Uh, hi Frankie.” I looked to Mikey, who was calm and quiet, for an answer.
“He just had about fourteen cups of coffee. He was on number eleven when I found him.” Mikey laughed as Frankie detached himself and ran for my bed, diving like a little kid.
“Dear God. Fourteen?”
“Fuck yeah, fourteen!” Frankie yelled out of breath as he was jumping.
“Frank. Stop that.” Mikey said, trying to be the voice of reason.
“Make me!” he laughed uncontrollably. What the hell was going on in my room? Next thing I knew, Mikey had tackled Frankie, and had him in a headlock and giggling.
“So did you need something?”
“I wanna tell her! I wanna tell her!” Frankie plead.
“Promise to be calm?” Mikey asked.
“Yes.” He sounded calm but that adorable kid smile still was there. Mikey let go, and Frankie shook it off.
“At the front desk. There is a box for you. I think it’s from Gerard.”
“I thought so too, I wanted to know if you knew anything about it.”
“No I didn’t. Thanks for telling me.”
“Well, we should go. C’mon Frank.”
“Okayyy, fine. You should go get your package. Or should I say Gerard’s package. HAHAHA! Get it? Gerard’s package!”
“Very funny Frankie.” I said giggling in a sarcastic manner.
“Let’s go Mikey. I’m hungry!”
“Okay, bye Christine.”
“Bye.” I waved as I shut the door for them. A package? From Gerard? I wonder what it is. Well, only one way to find out. I grabbed my computer and put it in my messenger bad and headed for the lobby. I approached the desk and smiled.
“May I help you?” the clerk asked happily.
“Uhm, yes. I was told there was a package for me?”
“Name?” he asked.
“Christine. Christine Matthews.”
“Let’s see here. I got a package delivery earlier.” He roused around behind and under the desk. I waited patiently. I looked at my phone. Two hours till show time. It was about a thirty-minute drive. Just enough time to eat and gather up the guys.
“Ah. Here it is. It has a note attached. I’ll leave you to it. There you are Miss Matthews.” He set it on the counter.
“Anything else I can do for you?”
“No thank you. Have a good night.” My goodbye was distant. I had the box in hand. I quickly went to a private area near the phone booths. There was no telling what was inside this box. The note. I should probably read the note. I set the box down on a table and took a seat. I tore the note from the box carefully, attempting not to rip it. I unfolded it and assumed it was Gerard’s handwriting right away.
“My Silly Little Angel,
You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.
I hope you’re ready for the show.
Cause you’re sure as hell going to get another after it.
Not just any show.
You just may be hanging from a trapeze for your life.
As for me?
I’ll be the one with a top hat and whip.
Meet me at the place I requested exactly one hour dressed in the clothes I am presenting you with in this box.
AN: So tell me. Did you love it? Did you hate it? Are you begging for more?!