Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 18, 2011 2:03:33 GMT -5
Not sure where this is going, but hopefully somewhere...enjoy!!
Keith stormed up to the front of the Taco Bell and put his order back on the counter. “Er, sir, ye gave me th’ wrong order. Completely wrong.”
The man at the counter rolled his eyes. “Well, ‘ye see,’ I can’t understand you. Can you enunciate a little more clearly?”
“Would ye like me t’ sing for ye?” Keith asked sarcastically.
The man furrowed his brow. “Sing? Only if you’re a good singer. Is that what you said?”
Keith waved his hand. “Never mind. I’ll just go somewhere where they do understand me.” He picked up his tray and left. He walked out of the building and wandered around for a while before passing somebody on the street. “Here, ye can have this,” he said, passing the tray off.
The startled teenage boy took the tray and wandered off, looking confused. “Thanks, dude!” he yelled over his shoulder, stuffing a burrito into his mouth before Keith could change his mind.
Keith strolled down the street and sighed. “How I love tour,” he said. He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “I could write a song to that.” He started humming and walked on that way for a while, stopping every once in a while to right a bad chord or word in his new song. Finally, he grinned. “Perfect.”
Somebody bumped into him and he grimaced. “Watch it, mate!”
The person muttered something incomprehensible and moved on.
“Keith!” somebody yelled behind him.
Keith turned around. “Damo! Mate! Hey, I was wonderin’ where ye were!”
Damian caught up to him and grinned. “Yeah, been a while since I saw ye last. How ye been? Ye’re lookin’ good. Fit.” He winked. “How are ye likin’ LA?”
“Aw, it’s great craic, as always.” Keith paused. “Though I did get a wrong order at Taco Bell a few streets away.” He glanced at a street sign. “Make that a lot of streets away.” He looked over at Damian and wasn’t surprised to find him texting, not paying any attention to him whatsoever. “So, man, how’s that Glee thing?”
Damian smiled. “Amazing. I love it. I’m so glad I was given the chance, ye know?” He held up a finger and returned to his phone. When he lifted his head a moment later, he was grinning. “Wait, a Taco Bell short changed ye? Service here is horrible. What did ye do?”
Keith shrugged modestly. “Just told th’ guy. He couldn’t understand what I was sayin.’ I don’t have that bad of an accent, do I?”
Damian laughed. “Come here, let’s go back to my place. Where’re all th’ other guys?”
“Uh…” Keith shrugged. “Ryan’s runnin’, Emmet’s doin’ something…don’t ask me what. George is probably still on the bus, snorin’ his head off. Daniel…” Keith bit his lip. “We never know what he’s doin’. Somethin’ odd.”
Damian grinned. “That’s my boy.”
Keith shrugged again. “He reminds me of ye when ye were that age. Anyway, I was just thinkin’ that…”
Someone tapped him on the shoulder just then. “Will you help me, please? Nobody else will.”
Keith turned to find a young girl standing there. “What’s wrong, lass?”
“Please…just help me.” Her brown eyes were filled with tears. “My guardian, he’s hurt. He can’t get up and I don’t have a phone to call 911.”
Damian instantly handed her his phone. “Just, if ye get a text on there, don’t look at what…”
“Damo!” Keith exclaimed. “Call 911, sweetheart.”
She dialed instantly and said, “Oh my goodness, please help! My guardian, he’s fallen and can’t get up.” She paused. “Yes, I’m at ____. Please. Hurry.” She waited. “I’ll stay on the line.”
Keith stormed up to the front of the Taco Bell and put his order back on the counter. “Er, sir, ye gave me th’ wrong order. Completely wrong.”
The man at the counter rolled his eyes. “Well, ‘ye see,’ I can’t understand you. Can you enunciate a little more clearly?”
“Would ye like me t’ sing for ye?” Keith asked sarcastically.
The man furrowed his brow. “Sing? Only if you’re a good singer. Is that what you said?”
Keith waved his hand. “Never mind. I’ll just go somewhere where they do understand me.” He picked up his tray and left. He walked out of the building and wandered around for a while before passing somebody on the street. “Here, ye can have this,” he said, passing the tray off.
The startled teenage boy took the tray and wandered off, looking confused. “Thanks, dude!” he yelled over his shoulder, stuffing a burrito into his mouth before Keith could change his mind.
Keith strolled down the street and sighed. “How I love tour,” he said. He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “I could write a song to that.” He started humming and walked on that way for a while, stopping every once in a while to right a bad chord or word in his new song. Finally, he grinned. “Perfect.”
Somebody bumped into him and he grimaced. “Watch it, mate!”
The person muttered something incomprehensible and moved on.
“Keith!” somebody yelled behind him.
Keith turned around. “Damo! Mate! Hey, I was wonderin’ where ye were!”
Damian caught up to him and grinned. “Yeah, been a while since I saw ye last. How ye been? Ye’re lookin’ good. Fit.” He winked. “How are ye likin’ LA?”
“Aw, it’s great craic, as always.” Keith paused. “Though I did get a wrong order at Taco Bell a few streets away.” He glanced at a street sign. “Make that a lot of streets away.” He looked over at Damian and wasn’t surprised to find him texting, not paying any attention to him whatsoever. “So, man, how’s that Glee thing?”
Damian smiled. “Amazing. I love it. I’m so glad I was given the chance, ye know?” He held up a finger and returned to his phone. When he lifted his head a moment later, he was grinning. “Wait, a Taco Bell short changed ye? Service here is horrible. What did ye do?”
Keith shrugged modestly. “Just told th’ guy. He couldn’t understand what I was sayin.’ I don’t have that bad of an accent, do I?”
Damian laughed. “Come here, let’s go back to my place. Where’re all th’ other guys?”
“Uh…” Keith shrugged. “Ryan’s runnin’, Emmet’s doin’ something…don’t ask me what. George is probably still on the bus, snorin’ his head off. Daniel…” Keith bit his lip. “We never know what he’s doin’. Somethin’ odd.”
Damian grinned. “That’s my boy.”
Keith shrugged again. “He reminds me of ye when ye were that age. Anyway, I was just thinkin’ that…”
Someone tapped him on the shoulder just then. “Will you help me, please? Nobody else will.”
Keith turned to find a young girl standing there. “What’s wrong, lass?”
“Please…just help me.” Her brown eyes were filled with tears. “My guardian, he’s hurt. He can’t get up and I don’t have a phone to call 911.”
Damian instantly handed her his phone. “Just, if ye get a text on there, don’t look at what…”
“Damo!” Keith exclaimed. “Call 911, sweetheart.”
She dialed instantly and said, “Oh my goodness, please help! My guardian, he’s fallen and can’t get up.” She paused. “Yes, I’m at ____. Please. Hurry.” She waited. “I’ll stay on the line.”