Banned Chapter 2

by *G!nGerBrE@D*/Jaimy in an alternate universe

Lindy Crow fell face-down on her bed, sad and guilty. She heard that the band separated. All because she didn't want to do some pointless contest.

Well, not exactly pointless. Winning meant being known and getting more gigs. Getting more gigs might, just might, get an agent to notice them. That would lead to fame. Fame, the thing that the Sock Monkeyz wanted since they first started the band in the first place.

The words swirled in Lindy's head like meatballs in her Grandma Sophie's Meatball Surprise. She tried to get them out. She was sick of the band. Sick of the headaches after performances. Sick period.

She picked up her cell phone to call Grandma Sophie. She always had advice, whether or not she wanted it. Grandma Sophie was like a best friend or Miss Nancy's Advice Column in the newspaper. Lindy dialed the numbers with a shaky hand.

The phone rang once. Twice. The two seconds felt like an eternity to Lindy. She was ready to give up and call her cousin, Carol.

Finally, it came. The frail voice of Grandma Sophie. "Hello?"

"Grandma?" Lindy said, "It's me, Lindy."

"Oh, my little Lindy-windy woo-woo!" Sophie cried.

"Got any advice for me?"

"All the time! What do you need?"

"Well, my band-"

"Band? What band?"

"The Sock Monkeyz," Lindy answered.

"Oh. Continue."

"Well, we broke up and I feel awful since it's all my fault. How do I get us back together?"

Silence on the other end. Was Sophie dying? Did she have a heart attack?

Nope. "Well, I can't think of an easy way out. I know you probably don't want to talk to your band members- by the way, who are they?"

"Fifiana, Lola, and Caroline. Well, Fifiana is the manager, really. Books the gigs and whatever whatever."

"Fifiana?" Sophie replied, " Fifiana Griffin?"

"No. Fifiana Smith,"

"Oh. Fifiana Griffin was my school friend's daughter,"

Lindy was baffled. Why would Grandma Sophie think that she knew some thirty-year-old?

"Anyways," Lindy said, "What were you gonna say?"

"Maybe you should call your cousin."

"Carol? Sure! She had a band?"

"Yes. Called Black Mold."

"Bye Grandma! Thanks!"

Carol was Lindy's favorite cousin. She was nineteen, a college drop-out, and a McDonald's cashier. Lindy was dialing fast as lightning.

But she decided not to call. She had another idea, one good as gold. She figured that talking was the easy way out, whether she was comfortable or not.

She was ready to talk to Fifiana or Caroline or Lola. Ready for yells, for tears, for anything, really. She was ready. She was going to get the band back together.

But not now. Now she would sleep. Sleep off the worst day of her life.