“So how did it go?”
Jon squinted stinging eyes and turned into his shoulder,
using a t-shirt sleeve to mop sweat from his face. He shouldn’t have
bothered answering the call while on the treadmill. If he’d known
his friend only wanted to gossip, he would’ve declined and let voicemail handle
this shit.
No point in giving it to him on a silver platter, the
nosy fuck.
“How did what go?”
“You’re cute, you know that?” The wise-talking
keyboardist snarked. “Not in the ‘take my panties, please’ kinda way,
either. How was Dr. Stick Up My Ass? Do you have a
Twitter account yet? Snapchat? Instagram? I
can’t let an old man like you get ahead of me on the hip, new social media
outlets.”
Dr. Theodosia Montgomery only kept that stick for show, in
Jon’s personal opinion. It was handy for keeping people at a
distance, but she’d very definitely set it aside when confessing she was
attracted to him. Lying alone in bed last night, Jon somewhat regretted
his decision to separate business and pleasure. Oh, he still wanted
the good doctor to lead him into the wilds of social media, but he also wanted
to know what she would’ve done if hadn’t drawn a line in the sand.
The end result was a restlessness that had him hitting the
treadmill early this morning.
“You’re a month older than I am, fuckwad.”
“Twenty-three days, and that doesn’t mean
shit. You’ve been a senior citizen for more than a
decade. Stop dicking around and give me the scoop.”
Staring out at the city beyond his bedroom window with an
absent smile, Jon’s feet kept a leisurely pace as he chose to dangle his toy on
the string a little longer. “I might be a senior citizen, but you’re
nosier than any little old fuckin’ lady. Where are your balls, man?”
“They’re right here in my hand. Barely fit, but I
can still wrap my fingers around ‘em. Wanna FaceTime so you can see
for yourself?”
Years of touring had given Jon more unfortunate looks at
those balls than he deserved to suffer. “Hell, no! If I
never see your balls again, I’ll consider myself lucky.”
“Well, if you had just answered my frigging question, you
wouldn’t have a picture of them waiting in your text messages. Stop
being an asswipe before I send a pic of the ass I haven’t wiped.”
Letting David Bryan get the best of him went against Jon’s
nature, but even he had limits, and the one they called The Joker was on the
verge of exceeding them.
“Jesus H. Christ, man,” Jon sighed, killing the treadmill’s
power and stepping down to pull the sweat-soaked tee away from his
body. “The Doc was fine. Bent out of shape at first,
since she wasn’t expecting me. My appointment was supposed to have
been cancelled. Some bullshit about no room in her schedule for new
clients and all that.”
Taking a breath to screw the cap off a water bottle, he
guzzled part of it while listening to the complaint from the other end of the
line.
“Okay, first of all, you cannot call that woman
‘Doc’. I don’t care if she looks like Elmer Fudd; no woman should
share the same name as a bald, greasy shyster.”
“Good point,” he conceded, wiping the back of one hand over
his mouth. He hadn’t even considered their old manager, Doc McGhee,
when tagging her with that. It had just happened, but it wouldn’t be
a hard habit to break. He personally preferred
Cookie. “She answers to Teddi, by the way. Not
Theodosia.”
“Okay, that whittled the stick in her ass from a mighty
redwood down to a bamboo pole, in my stereotyping mind. In order to
know she goes by Teddi, I assume she didn’t slam the door in your
face? Does she look like Elmer Fudd?”
Taking his water onto the terrace, he dropped into one of
the outdoor chairs and lifted his face to the sun. His sunglasses
were on the desk inside, so Jon closed his eyes against the glare and enjoyed
the rays beating down on his skin. Sweaty or not, he liked the feel
of early summer warming the bones that were getting older every year.
“Definitely not Elmer Fudd. More like a
modern-day June Cleaver. Average height, slim, blonde hair, blue
eyes. Nice smile.”
Very nice smile, in fact. He’d hadn’t gotten any
after the one that accompanied her laughter, but that one stuck with him.
After she committed to the job and decreed there would be no
more in-person meetings, she’d let go of both the laughs and the pink cheeks he
liked. Teddi embraced her beigeness by stepping firmly into the role
of housemother. She clamped the lock on her chastity belt and coolly
launched into a spiel about contracts, which should arrive by courier sometime
today.
When she shifted gears, it put a halt to any further
exchange of personal information. The only thing he’d gotten out of
her was the phone number to use for this afternoon’s FaceTime
appointment. In turn, she’d requested his email and used it to send
login information for his shiny new Instagram account. There were
also instructions on downloading the app, which was on his list of things to do
before their meeting.
As was dealing with the psychotic friend who was enthusing,
“Dude. Nothing wrong with June Cleaver. She was hot
– and she baked cookies. Does Doctor Teddi
bake?”
She sure smells like it.
Unable to fathom what Joker would do with that information,
Jon kept it to himself and blandly groused, “How the fuck am I supposed to
know? I met her for thirty minutes, which I spent convincing her to
take on my cause. Good thing she’s a fan is all I can say.”
“She is?”
“Yep.” The water bottle found a spot between the
outside of his thigh and the chair so Jon could lift the hem of his
shirt. He hiked it high on his stomach, inviting the sun to do its
thing there, too. “Turns out I’d already met her last
week. Shanks and I went to a Cuban place for dinner, and she was at
the next table with a bunch of loud friends. I heard ‘em say she’d
been with us since the early days. Took a couple of
pictures. Usual shit.”
“Well, hell,” David sighed with what sounded like
disappointment. “The bamboo pole just cashed it in. If
she’s got good taste in music that ass stick can’t be much bigger than a
chopstick, and she probably just uses it for fun. I might have to
meet this woman.”
“She’s way too sophisticated to associate with your lame
ass.”
“Hey. I’m the keyboard player for her favorite
band. She’ll be thrilled to associate with me and my
ass.”
No matter how many scenarios he ran through, Jon couldn’t
come up with one in which Teddi Montgomery and David Bryan belonged in the same
room. She was so… not someone who would like dirty jokes, even if
they were delivered using big words. Because David wasn’t dumb by
any stretch of the imagination. He just outrageously and
unapologetically voiced every nutso thing that crossed his mind.
Cookie would be appalled.
Then again, seeing her flustered wouldn’t necessarily be a
bad thing. Her cheeks would probably turn that pretty shade of
pink.
“Maybe. Someday,” he pacified Dave.
“Greedy bastard. You want to keep the rocker
doctor anomaly all to yourself.”
“Don’t be a fuckin’ moron. You’re just trying to
get free psychological treatment.”
“I’ve paid for enough, why shouldn’t I try and get the free
variety, too? But hold the bus….” There was an imaginary squeal of
bus tires as David ran to catch up. “She’s a
shrink? Whaat? I thought she was an Insta authority?”
Hadn’t Jon told him about this already?
“Not a practicing shrink – I don’t think – but one of those
degrees she’s got is in psychology.”
“Hmmm…” his friend drawled. “Veddy, veddy
interesting.”
Jon absolutely did not need Dave dwelling on
this. Nothing good could come of it, and in an effort to distract
the nut job, Jon offered up information he had originally planned to
withhold.
“So, I’m starting out with an anonymous Instagram name
before my verified one goes live. Like a trial run. If
you think you can be discreet and keep from outing me in the first twenty-four
hours, I’ll give it to you.”
The carrot of distraction didn’t dangle for more than a
breath before Jon heard, “Discreet? Moi? Do I need
to remind you about the time you hooked up with the tarot card reader in
Boston? The one who predicted the end of your marriage before you
ever got married? I never told Dorothea that shit.”
Jon laughed out loud at a memory he’d once savored on a
regular basis. “I haven’t thought about her in years, but really,
man. Who takes a naked tarot reading seriously?”
“Well, nobody, but I’ve got to have
a ringside seat for your trample through Twitter. Your ineptness on
Insta. Your face on da ‘Book. Give it up, brother.”
Tarot card readers aside, I knew he couldn’t pass it
up. You get to know a person in thirty years.
“Alright, alright.” The reluctance in providing
the information was feigned. His reluctance to delve into this
social media world, however, was excruciatingly real. Jon hoped he
was wrong about how shitty it was going to be. “It’s jerseykid6232.”
“Is that with one ‘D’ or two?”
“Just one.”
“Cool. I’ll fire up my own incognito account and
start trolling on you.”
“Jesus,” he sighed, letting his head drop all the way back
against the chair. “I already regret this, and it hasn’t been ten
seconds.”
“Nah, you’re gonna love it,” his unbalanced friend
assured. “Almost as much as you’re gonna love the pic of my
balls. I’ll let you go check that out now. Later, man.”
The line disconnected before Jon could reply, but it was
just as well. There were some situations that had no response, and
this was one of them.
He took the phone from his ear and squinted one eye at the
screen, wondering how to delete the picture without looking at
it. Was that even possible? Maybe Cookie would know.
“Ah, fuck it,” he muttered to himself. “Just open
the damn thing and get rid of it.”
Tapping the message, he scrambled to delete the picture of
Dave’s balls. He tried in vain to avoid seeing it, but there was
only so much he could do with closed eyes. The image registered with
him anyway, and Jon dropped the phone to his chest with a chortle.
The fucker had sent him a picture of two golf balls.
David loves pulling Jon's chain and he does it so well - even 30 years later! Interesting to think that Jon had an account before his JBJ account - if he did would love to see what he posted. Hmmmmm?
ReplyDeleteThat would be a trip!
DeleteLove this conversation between Jon and David!
ReplyDeleteThe plot is thickening!!!! You write Dave perfectly!!! Thank you!!
ReplyDeleteI loved this chapter! The phone conversation was great
ReplyDeleteOK, so I’ve waited for a wee bit before I started reading and commenting. I’m curious about the Gypsy angle and how it will come in play. So far nothing reminds me of the Gypsies I’ve ever encountered.
ReplyDeleteYour David never fails to put a smile on my face. You NEED to write a Lema fanfic!
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha you gotta love the back and forth between Jon and David. Keep the chapters flowing. I love reading your work
ReplyDeleteI love the Conversation with Jon
ReplyDelete& David! David is a hoot! LMAO
David to golf balls! David trying
Getting the scoop on Dr. Teddi!
Great Chapter Carol!
Their banter…hilarious!
ReplyDelete