God Killed The Queen

This is for Khushboo... Hope you like it! =D

Time: 10:04pm

Place: The Purple Room

Music: All The Small Things- Blink 182

“God killed the queen” sang out Louis XIV’s lead singer, Daryl Reed. He is brilliant. He comes up with amazing lyrics and guitar licks (okay so what if that happens after two joints). Head banging, I make my way backstage only to see the band manager, Judith, trying to open a bottle of Foster’s with her teeth. She offers it to me. I reached out for it but before I could grab the bottle, her lips grabbed mine. We have been together since Louis XIV has been touring and that’s about three years and a half. She gets a bottle of Foster’s for herself and then we start singing “if you want to take my body tonight then you have to bring somebody tonight. I think im seeing double, God killed the queen”. The show then ends and many fans try to get backstage; just so you know that is impossible. Then the band comes in and gives us a big group hug. We then gulped two bottles each and went to sleep. We all love camping backstage. We think it’s just like a big sleepover. Its fun! And Judith and I don’t have much of a trouble sleeping together in front of them.

 

I woke up to see the band still sleeping and Judith holding out a steaming cup of black coffee. Hmm! That’s just something I can’t live without. I need to start my day with caffeine and nicotine (and if im in the mood pot would do too). I just need them racing through my veins (this craving for nicotine is something that no non-smoker can understand). It’s difficult to get in for a shower without them.

 

After she handed me my coffee she went and sat on the couch. I go there and lay my head on her thigh and pull real hard on my Marlboro. I could not even blow the smoke out (I got real less sleep last night); I just let it seep out through the side of my mouth. I get done with my coffee and Marlboro and glance at the time. I flip. I look at Judith with a questioning look and all she says in her sexy voice is “I told them not to syringe last night” (it’s a different way of saying injecting heroin) “and they promised that they would get up in time for the bus and guess what? Surprise, surprise, we have missed the bus and no performance equals no dough”. I reply with a sniff “really isn’t there something we can do? What if we wake them up ready real fast and leave ASAP? What if…”she shuts me up by screaming “We have lost the biggest show of our life, you really think we can make it there now? Do you Alexei Turner? Do you? I guess not, right?” I just stared at her and collapsed; im really scared of her screams, she hardly gets angry but once she does it’s like crazy.

 

When I woke up, my head, still spinning from my last conversation with Judith, looks around and sees her sipping a cup of coffee. She doesn’t like coffee; she prefers not to drink it. That’s what hit me. She never drinks it only keeps it ready for me and I couldn’t even see the band anywhere. I freaked. I have never been so scared my entire life. Then I see her walking towards me with the cup in her hand. She whispers “don’t worry; I’m just tasting the coffee before I hand it to you. I have been doing that ever since. I have packed your bags and I have made sure they won’t get up for some more time at least” (she’s probably injected more heroin in their systems) “We are going back to our home town. And I have got this place right opposite the beach. So drink your coffee quick so we can leave.” I asked her why are we leaving and she replies “because I am leaving the band and you are coming with me. I have had enough of this rubbish they give me. I have done so much for them and what do I get? Pot-smoking-vodka-loving-smack heads. So please have your smoke and coffee real quick.” I get out of bed and realize that I have no chance against her; she is just too stubborn.

 

Okay, so the band broke up and I am still living with Judith, I still kept contact with the band mates. She didn’t even mention them.

 

It was her birthday and ‘we’ were celebrating. I was returning home after getting Thai takeout and it started raining heavily. I was soaked head to toe. I soon as I rang the bell, I found a chilled beer in my hand and a pair of amazingly hot lips planted firmly on mine, after that she whispered sexily “chuck the beer; let’s get you out of these wet clothes first.” After dinner, the ex-bassist from ‘the’ band, Keith Turner (no relation; I could never be related to him. He is a slob whereas I am all neat and clean, spic and span and hygienic and I actually take a bath) comes over with a gift for her from Daryl. She got irritated that he had come but she still let him in.

 

I noticed Keith looked kinda nervous. Well I don’t really blame him, Judith intimidates practically everyone. Today was different, he did not look intimidated, he looked panic-stricken. Well he was right to look that way. Daryl had shot himself for Judith. Yes, yes I always knew he was in love with her. It only takes a girl to know who’s in love with whom, (I think Judith was too ignorant to notice). He wrote her a letter. It said…

 

Hey, happy birthday! I know you are irritated with me but let me write it all out. I loved you and I knew that I was never going to get you to love me that way so I decided to be best friends with you (hey, something’s better than nothing right). But that day I saw you leaving with her. That’s what hit me, well actually not that, it’s going to be the bullet but I felt you really needed to know this and I know I am ruining your day but you remember your birthday in the club where we were working I got The Killers to play a song for you (I write sins not tragedies) hope you remember me with that song because it is actually kind of ironic that I’m writing this letter (it’s not a sin, it’s a tragedy). I composed a song for you. I hope you record it with your new band and I also hope that you wear my gift around your neck. I didn’t get it done it was probably Burke/ Keith/ Lee. Hope you miss me and I also hope that Miss Alexei Turner (he used to call me that for some odd reason) takes good care of you and I hope she will miss me too. See you in hell; ha ha.

 

Daryl.

 

Today, I can hear myself singing “forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live for ever, forever, forever?” Today when I walk backstage I think of that bullet around her neck and why Daryl just had to. This word ‘love’ is a sin and this word has made me stick around with her and her band (Blonde Curls & Beer) singing the song Daryl wrote for her because she bursts into tears every time she tries singing it. She loves him as a friend and that’s okay because when I enter her room backstage, I see her opening the Foster’s bottle with her teeth, handing it to me and then reaching out for my lips.

 

 

The ‘Deja Vu-ed’ end