I was able to get Part 1 up today.
Waiting In Line – Part 1
“Josie, let’s go!” Mrs. Martin called from the hallway. “I’m going to be late for work if you don’t move it!”
“You don’t have to drive me, “Josie screamed from her room, “Angie’s picking me up!”
Mrs. Martin stopped and backtracked to her daughter’s room. She stood sternly, against the door, arms crossed. “What time do tickets go on sale this morning?” she asked suspiciously.
“Mom,” Josie walked over, “I’m not skipping school. Angie and Marlee are picking me up and waiting. After class we’re going to wait on line.”
“You better not be lying to me, Josie Sue. Skipping class is what landed you in summer school in the first place.”
“Mom, my class ends at ten. There’s like ten shows. We don’t have to be there at seven in the morning.”
Mrs. Martin leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Ok, remember I’ll pick you up at work later.”
Josie rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mom.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Martin said as she gathered her bag, “I set the date for your surgery. It’s July thirteenth, so make sure you get tickets for a show before that.”
“Yes, Mom!” Josie called back as her mother left for work. “The 13th, the 13th…” Josie mumbled to herself. She circled the date in her calendar. It was a Wednesday. It worked out perfectly. They wanted to attend one of the first few shows. She danced around the room to Born In The USA, by Bruce Springsteen. “I’m gonna get tickets, I’m gonna get tickets…” she sang.
She heard a beep outside her window and grabbed her schoolbooks to make it look good in case her mother came home for lunch. She made a mental list of everything she needed: chips, candy, and bottle of water, books, money and Drakes Funny Bones™. She couldn’t forget the Funny Bones™ and their delicious chocolate and peanut butter combination. The plan was to open those the second they were situated on the line. When she was sure she had everything, she rushed downstairs.
Angie continued to honk the horn as Josie approached the car. “Will you stop beeping!” Marlee yelled at her. “She’s coming!”
“Calm down,” Angie retorted, “I’m so psyched.”
Josie got into the car. “Don’t beep like that,” she said laughing. “You know the average age in my building is seventy. It’s only seven in the morning. They were all giving my dirty looks as I was walking out.”
Angie ignored her, pulling away. “I brought my Bruce tapes, so we can listen to them.”
“Like no one else on this line is going to be listening to Bruce.” Marlee said.
“And what tapes did you bring?” Josie asked sarcastically.
“Don’t worry, “Marlee answered, “I won’t subject you to any. I brought my Walkman™.”
“Thank God,” Angie chimed in; “I don’t need to listen to your lousy new wave music anyway.”
Marlee laughed. “Name any Bruce song other than anything on Born in the USA?”
“I like Lolita.” Angie answered.
Josie shook her head. “It’s Rosalita!”
“I rest my case,” Marlee laughed.
“Enough bickering guys,” Josie leaned forward so her head was over the front seat, “the plan today is to avoid my mother.”
“What are the chances we’ll run into her?”
“She sometimes goes shopping on her lunch and she loves Wanamakers. And, she knows the tickets are going on sale here. She may come by to check if I cut school.”
“How many cuts do you have?” Marlee asked.
“Never mind that, the plan today is to get Bruce tickets and if we wait until after 11:00, the line is going to be crazy. I have to see Bruce!” Josie paused. “Oh, and we have to get tickets for a show before Wednesday. That’s the day of my surgery.”
Angie laughed. “Say good-bye to the Dolly Pardon boobs.”
“Shut-up,” Josie told her, “a breast reduction is major surgery. I have back problems. And, you can drop me off at work, right. I have to be there at three o’clock.”
Angie and Marlee continued to laugh as they pulled into the shopping center. Wanamakers Department Store was located in the far back of the last parking lot. They circled around, looking for the closest spot. “Look at this spot,” Angie exclaimed as she pulled up in front of the store. “There can’t be too many people here if we got a spot right in front of the store.”
They all exited the car with their belongings. Angie checked one last time to make sure she had enough money for her tickets. “Josie, remind me to start looking for Matt around noon. He has to drive his sister somewhere then he’s meeting us here.”
“Oooh, Matt.” Marlee and Josie teased in unison.
“Both of you shut-up, you’re jealous because you don’t have boyfriends.”
“No,” Josie corrected her, “I’m jealous of your boyfriend. He’s so cute.”
“And we’re not the jealous ones, Ang,” Marlee interjected, “you have the entire junior class in an uproar, if not the whole school.”
“Why?” Angie asked.
“C’mon, Ang, here you are, attractive, but slightly overweight and the captain of the future captain of the varsity football team chooses you. There are girls who are model material trying to snag him. And, he snubbed. How do you think that makes those over confident, conceited cheerleaders feel?”
Angie smiled. She was attractive, but had always had a weight problem. “I feel pretty good. Or at least I think I do. That sounds a little like an insult.”
“Not an insult,” Marlee corrected, “just not the way high school works. Football players always date the cheerleaders and the cheerleaders are usually the prettiest girls in the school. You’re just a regular student. You and Matt are breaking the unwritten rules.”
“The whole school really feels like that.” Angie smiled with a hint of conceit.
“From what I hear in the hallways. The cheerleaders hate you.”
“I know that already.” Angie waved her away. “Matt can’t stand them either.”
Josie motioned them to start walking. “The line is around back. Can we speed it up so we’re not hundredth on line?”
Angie and Marlee rolled their eyes and started towards the line. “What’s the rush? I’m listening to Marlee tell me how the school hates me because I have a very cute and perfect boyfriend.”
“I know,” Josie snipped, “I can hear the conversation. ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, Matt is cute and Matt is perfect and all the cheerleaders want him but can’t have him’ let’s go we have tickets to get.” She rushed ahead of them.
Angie and Marlee shrugged and followed. They had to go around back to the side entrance where the door for Tele-Tron, the ticket agency was located. “Guys,” Josie exclaimed as she neared the ticket site, “there’s no one here! We’re guaranteed tickets!”
Marlee surveyed the scene. Waiting at the door was a line of about thirty people. They were all standing or sitting against a brick wall that lined a small hill on which sat some flowers and a huge tree in the middle. “Hey, this is pretty good. We shouldn’t be here too long.”
Josie turned to her. “Why are you even here? You don’t even like Bruce. A Bruce line is an experience. You have to cherish every moment. This is The Boss!”
“Calm down, Psycho Chick,” Marlee told her, “it’s only a concert.”
“Oh,” Josie tried to think of a comeback. “Go listen to your fake, electronic music.”
“Later.” Marlee replied.
“Hey guys,” Angie said pointing to the front of the line. “Get a load of the two guys who are first on line.”
Josie turned to see two guys, around eighteen, sprawled out on lawn chairs, smoking pot. “And, why are they first on line. They’re not Bruce fans. Just look at them. One of them has green hair and a Sex Pistols shirt on. And look at the other one. What is up with that Mohawk?”
Marlee looked at them curiously. “Yeah, I wonder what kind of hairspray he uses.”
“Forget about them,” Angie interrupted, “look who’s after them on line.”
“Oh shit,” Marlee groaned, “why is Theresa Christian here? This is all we need.”
Angie put her stuff down and hopped up on the wall. “Maybe she won’t see us.”
Josie spread out a small blanket on the ground and sat down. “She is such a bitch. I hate her so much. She’s made my life miserable since the first grade.”
“Yours,” Angie agreed. “She’s been after Matt all year.”
“You and Matt have been going out for that long?” Marlee sat next to her on the wall
“It’ll be a year and three months next week.”
“Wow,” Josie ruffled through the bag of junk food she brought, “he’s put up with us for that long. He must be a saint.”
“No, he really likes you two.”
“Does anyone want a Funny Bone?” Josie asked tearing open the box.
“Not now,” Marlee glanced at her watch, “it’s only seven-thirty and look at all these people who are starting to come.”
Josie stood up and looked down the back lot. The line had almost tripled in less than a half-hour. “There’s gonna be a lot of people on line today. We have a really good spot.”
Marlee was about to make a sarcastic remark, when a chorus of screams distracted her. “What the…” She stretched her neck to see the front of the line. “What is all that screaming coming from up there?”
“I’ll go check it out” Josie got up and headed towards the side entrance. She walked about halfway to the front, past several people sprawled out on beach towels and blankets, when she saw Theresa, surrounded by a group of people. “Ugh,” she mumbled when she saw her. She turned and rejoined her friends.
“So what was it?” Angie asked.
“That bitch,” Josie seethed. “She’s showing everyone the pictures of Bruce from when her dad was at that party.”
“The one when where she never actually met him?” Marlee asked.
“Yes,” Josie answered, “that one. She’s showing everyone the pictures and telling everyone how she hung out with him. She’s being treated like movie star up there.”
Marlee rolled her eyes. “She’s going to tell that story to everyone. Anything for her to brag about. And we know she was never there.”
“Wasn’t that the night of the spring dance last year?” Angie asked.
“Yes,” Marlee answered.”
“I don’t think she saw me though,” Josie explained. “She was too busy being the center of attention.”
“Can I have a Funny Bone?” Marlee asked, extending her arm out.
“Sure,” Josie handed her the box. “It’s almost eight. Only an hour more and tickets go on sale