He ran down the stairs to where Jon and Evie were eating their breakfasts.
"What is on the menu today"
"Soup" Jon replied
"Can't I have something a bit more interesting"
"Nope"
"Please"
"No" Evie said in a stern voice. Richie went over and got his soup and got a bottle of water.
He walked back over to the table and downed a couple of painkillers, the side of his mouth was bruised and his jaw was swollen, it was horrible he even had to get an extra pillow to sleep on just to get comfortable. What would the tabloids say, or if the interviewer asked about it?. What was he going to say?. Anyhow he started tucking into his soup, Evie and Jon had finished their toast and put their plates to be cleaned.
"Thank goodness I have a day off work, today"
"Oh dam, we have that interview today" Jon blurted out.
"Who manages you guys, I'd love to pull all of his teeth out, stop that bastard speaking"
"It's Doc McGhee, and I'd love to see you try"
"Anyway, I'm gonna crash" Evie told the men
"Hang on, you can come with us" Richie offered.
"Richie, no, we can't " Jon told King of Swing.
She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Aren't you two gonna sit down rather than talk, you know you love me"
She was being ignored, their *talk* turning into a fully fledged argument, their voices booming over everything else. She got up and walked over to them.
"STOP!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"You, go into the living room" she pointed at Richie.
"Jon, come with me or I'll chop off your tongue". She dragged him downstairs to her basement.
"Welcome to the music room, Jon". The place had electric guitars, Kramers, Fenders, Les Paul and a few acoustics as well. A piano covered the top left and a drum kit was at the top right.
"Richie, no, we can't " Jon told King of Swing.
She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Aren't you two gonna sit down rather than talk, you know you love me"
She was being ignored, their *talk* turning into a fully fledged argument, their voices booming over everything else. She got up and walked over to them.
"STOP!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"You, go into the living room" she pointed at Richie.
"Jon, come with me or I'll chop off your tongue". She dragged him downstairs to her basement.
"Welcome to the music room, Jon". The place had electric guitars, Kramers, Fenders, Les Paul and a few acoustics as well. A piano covered the top left and a drum kit was at the top right.
"Play your heart out, no one will hear this place is sound-proofed, I'm off to look after the King". She grabbed a couple of her her acoustics and went upstairs.
"Richie, wanna jam with me"
"Are those guitars"
"Yeah, I have loads"
She handed Richie an acoustic and she played with him. After about an hour of constant playing, Jon came up from the basement.
"Time to go man" Jon told Richie.
He put down the guitar and kissed her cheek. "That's cheered me up, darlin', thanks"
"Take care you two" she told Richie and Jon as they left her house. They walked down the path towards their car, Jon drove and Richie sat in the passenger seat.
"Richie, wanna jam with me"
"Are those guitars"
"Yeah, I have loads"
She handed Richie an acoustic and she played with him. After about an hour of constant playing, Jon came up from the basement.
"Time to go man" Jon told Richie.
He put down the guitar and kissed her cheek. "That's cheered me up, darlin', thanks"
"Take care you two" she told Richie and Jon as they left her house. They walked down the path towards their car, Jon drove and Richie sat in the passenger seat.
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