Someday Soon
Author's Note:
Finally. Maybe you kiddos will get what you've been waiting months (?) for. Maybe. The first song featured here is Last Glance, by Phantom Planet. I highly suggest you hear it. It's a lovely song sung by a lovelier man.
. I suggest you look at the lyrics of Jimmy Jansson's Someday, Somehow. . I'm sure they'll appear through the beginning of the story.
Also, some of this may be repeating what happned in WoW, but it's so that those who didn't read it, or didn't want to read the whole thing, will have an idea about how they got where they are. This chapter gives a lot of back ground information.
And thanks to Hannah for her song lyrics. She rules even if she doesnt' think that creepy kid is really creepy.
- And expectinfrequentupdates until May.
MIA:
Even after all these years, one of my favorite pastimes is looking at Michael Moscovitz. I personally believe I get the best view of him. The back side that is. Except when he comes and stands next to me and pretends to be singing to me,
"And it won't happen again
I swear that last glance kept me guessing…. Well was she looking at me now? I can't tell. I really can't be sure…..But I'll still stare back at her."
I smirked at this song. I fell in love with it the second I heard of it. He'd written it soon after we ended our little torrid, unspoken affair. He never told me the background to it, and I never asked. We just both knew what it was about. And we were still waiting .
Plus, I get to have him serenade me in front of thousands of people. They are so sure that we are together and cheer him on when he flirts with me on stage. If they only knew that he'd flirt with them just as quick. He was the biggest flirter I'd ever met.
"Good night!" Michael said, waving to the crowd.
Manny threw his sweaty tank top off to the side. "Ready for an encore Princess Mia?" he teased, hugging me.
"Ger-roose!" I said pushing him away. "I'm all sweaty now."
He raised his eyebrows. "That's what all the girls say after they're with me."
"I loathe you."
"I loathe you more."
He mussed my hair and went back on stage.
"What are you still doing here? Shows over. Go hooooome!" Michael teased. "Fine. One more song. Sing it if ya know it…."
So we played our most popular song, Tall Glass of Water. Not the soft mellow song Michael played for me once upon a time in his bedroom after the Cultural Diversity Dance. It has a edge to it. You're so beautifulIt hurts to look,
And I'm so in love,
I'll admit that I'm hooked.
Forget Giza
You're one of the
Seven Wonders,
Startling and new,
You're a flash of thunder
You're a tall drink of water
On a hot summer's day
No one else
Can make me feel this way
You're a tall drink of water
On a hot summer's day
If I told you I loved you,
Would you run away?
I've known you forever,
And wanted you longer
I tried to fight it,
But the struggle's getting stronger
You're so amazing and innocent,
Will you please never change?
My addiction's not healthy
But I'm not ashamed,
Because . . .
You're a tall drink of water
On a hot summer's day
No one else
Can make me feel this way
You're a tall drink of water
On a hot summer's day
If I told you I loved you,
Would you run away?
You're a tall drink of water
On a hot summer's day
No one else
Can make me feel this way
You're a tall drink of water
On a hot summer's day
If I told you I loved you,
Would you run away?
When he sang, almost every time he sang at least, he would glance at me at one point. At first I thought it was weird, but now it was normal. It was one of our things.
"We have to watch the new video. DHL just delivered it during the show. Then we have a meet and greet," I said to him as we started towards the back stage.
"No," he said, out of breath. "Ryan is bringing that girl from the front row back here."
I gave him a look, "She was like, sixteen. Don't do it."
"It can't hurt to flirt, can it?"
I rolled my eyes. "Mia," Lilly said, pulling me aside. "You have someone who wants to meet you and Michael."
"Okay, we're watching the new video first."
The band, and ONLY the band gathered in a dressing room to watch our new music video. It was for a song called Always on my Mind.
I got to be the girl. God, thank you soooo much for letting me play all the girl parts in our videos. Producers wanted to bring in actresses or models, but Michael said that was silly when I was right there and I was just as pretty as any of the girls they suggested (although, I will say that Anne Hathaway is way prettier than I am).
The video opens up with Michael at a party with his friends (the band, plus some of our other friends, including Ned). Suddenly, a vision in green (moi) walks in and the music starts. And slowly the other people in the room, in Michael's eyes, disappear. Then what seems like hours later my character leaves, and he starts following her outside, but ends up walking into a lamp post, fainting.
I turn and he looks into my eyes and flashbacks of our character pasts (okay, really our pasts, but who else knows that?). Our characters playing in a park, making snow angels in the winter, and dancing under the moonlight. I can't say I hated kissing him during the shoot. Not at all.
In fact, it was the job's biggest perk. Plus, sometimes, maybe I'm making this up, but sometimes it's almost like he likes kissing me. For example, the last shot of the video is a big kiss. His character wakes up and pulls me (who is kneeling next to him) down and kisses the heck outta me. It is an easy shot, but we had to re-do it about twenty times.
I used way more lip gloss than I ever have during this shoot.
I kept sneaking looks at him during the viewing, and he kept peeking at me for my reactions. He squeezed my hand during the part where my character makes him do a snow angel. The memory of that New Year's Eve was still on my mind (ha, get it? Always on My Mind? Hehe). But that was as far as we ever went in commenting on our past. Nothing was ever mentioned, and we acted like we'd only been friends.
"I like it," I announced as it faded out.
"Course you would," Manny teased with a wink.
Michael and I both gave him a look. Everyone else was already on their way out to get ready for the club we were all going to.
"Mia, remember? Fan?" Lilly said tapping her watch.
I turned and saw that Michael was already doing his cliché rock star act. "I'll meet her-"
"No, it's a guy. A kid."
"A kid?"
"Big fan."
"Yup, and this is Michael and I at the Grammy's," I said fifteen minutes later, looking at his scrap book. It was impressive, sweet really.
"Who is the little boy?" the boy asked. "They didn't identify him in the caption."
"My little brother, Rocky. He's six, almost seven," I replied. "Oh my gosh, where'd you find this picture?" I asked, smiling at an early promotional shot we did when we were first signed nearly four years ago.
"My dad is the photographer. I was on the shoot," the fan explained. "I know, you probably think I'm this huge stalker, but I'm not. I just really love your guys' music. It…it doesn't really go toward one genre necessarily. And you guys look like you are having soo much fun together."
I smiled lightly, "Well, we are," I replied. "We've been friends our whole lives. At least Michael and I have. The other guys Michael met when he was in college. And then I got sucked in," I said laughing.
I stared at the picture in the book, "Mind if I steal this one?" I asked.
The boy looked taken back, "It's for you. The whole book. My dad once told me that if I ever become famous I should keep clippings of the articles and pictures of myself. To remind me of where I've been."
"And how old are you?" I asked, happy to have this book.
"I'm seventeen," he replied.
I nodded, "Write to us in a few years. Maybe we can help you out a little with your career."
He turned bright red, "I…I could never play in front of you guys…"
"I'm sure you can," I replied, winking at the other band's drummer walking by with a case. "Honestly, send me your demo tape at my record company. They always forward my stuff to my apartment."
"I…I don't have a demo tape," he admitted.
I sighed, "Well, I'll talk to some people. We'll see what we can do to remedy that, okay?"
He nodded, "I hope you like the book, Miss Grimaldi."
I smiled at my name, "No problem, but the name is Mia."
I walked him over to our manager, Lilly, and then went back to the dressing area. "Hey Neddie Baby," I said wrapping my arms around the other band's drummer and Michael's father's partner. "How are the boys doing?"
"Michael is hitting on someone that looks extremely young. Orlando is talking on the phone with his sister in Rios. Kevin is…well, I dunno where he is."
"So…we won't be leaving for awhile?" I guessed.
"If you were planning on waiting for them then no," he replied. He skimmed through his text messages and read one from Dr. Moscovitz. "Aww, look at this," he said giddily.
I read the sweet message that almost made me want to throw up. Not because it's between men. OR that it's between my best friend's dad and his husband. No. I think it was a bit of jealousy.
I LOVE YA—CAN'T WAIT 2 SEE YOU HANDSOME LOVE SID
I gave him a lopsided smile and thought about their relationship. It was so simple and perfect. The two men were total polar opposites, and yet made things work. Dr. Moscovitz was serious and straight laced. Ned was goofy and acted immature half the time. He was one of us really. He really brought Michael's father a lot of happiness.
I thought of their wedding. How Michael and I decided that someday we'd grow up and have the whole family deal. We never said with who, but I secretly hoped it would be with him. But the way things are looking, with him sleeping with anything that lacks a penis, I doubt that will happen. I'll probably end up with Felix. Living in the burbs while he goes touring or something. And I'll be just another Behind the Music story.
Ned made a funny face at me to get rid of the frown I apparently had on. "Why the long face Princess Dear?"
I really loved Ned. He was funny and understood the bounds. He never acted like a father figure to Michael. He teased him about the flings and helped him get rid of girls, just like the rest of the guys did. We were like one big happy family. A screwed up one, yes, but a happy one.
"Well, you can call Dr. Moscovitz back. I'm going to give Lexi a call."
Ned rolled his eyes. "I don't get that," he replied.
"Hey, no one gets you and Dr. Moscovitz. But we let it slide, right?"
"You mess around with complete strangers while the poor boy battles to get into the business? And yet you are still with him? It doesn't make sense, Mia."
I shrugged. "I have to have someone respectable enough to show off to Grandmere."
Ned almost died laughing there. "Oh please. Like it would matter anymore to her. She has her pride and joy with Louie. He goes along with whatever she wants. You are the delinquent."
I smiled, "I know, isn't it great?"
"Yo, Mia, toss that towel over," Michael said as he passed by.
I threw a towel in his general direction as I continued my conversation on my cell phone. "The tour will be over really soon, Felix. Then we can get our own-"
"Mia, I don't have time for anymore stress. You need to make a few decisions in your life."
"Felix, honestly. I understand that you'll be getting into rehearsals soon and-
"Mia, I'm going to Los Angeles
My face went blank. "Oh. Um…" I looked over at Lilly and Michael. They were arguing over his guitar pick. She wanted it to be sold on EBay and he wanted to give it to a fan. Probably use it to get a groupie to sleep with him. Not that they'd need bait. Girls threw themselves at him all the time. Offering to give up their virginity to him. I smiled, I think I was the only virgin he'd ever been with.
"Hello? Are you there?" Felix asked.
"Oh, sorry babe…um…I'll get back to New York soon for a few days… so we can talk about it, okay?" I asked.
"When is soon?" he demanded.
"There is one more show. I promise then we'll be done. I'll be home for a little while, then we're touring out west and then by like…September we'll be done. But I'll be in New York for a week at least. So I'll be in New York really soon." I rolled my eyes. I was sick of this. We had been dating off and on forever basically.
" September? Mia, that is four months from now! What exactly are you doing there?" he snapped.
This was a very common argument between the two of us. You see, he really hates the fact that I never 'grew out of' the phase of being in a band. That I never went back to school and studied law, like he thought would be best for me. That I wasn't being the supportive girlfriend (aka: groupie) that his band mates had. But I've stood my ground and toured with my band for the past four years. We'd gotten quite a following and released our first album the previous year, earning us a Grammy for best new artist.
When I was younger I probably would have never believed I'd ever win a Grammy. That I would be too afraid to play in front of thousands of screaming fans (okay, mostly girls who like to check out Michael).
Princess lessons helped me conquer that fear.
And I owe all of this to Michael. He'd taught me how to loosen up (literally, haha). Michael taught me how to play the guitar and I took to it naturally. I mean, I had some sense of music; I'd been taking piano lessons since I was fourteen and Grandmere made me start the piano. The guitar was a nice outlet from the classics she made me play in front of her society friends.
And, of course, there were a few weird moments with Michael and I over the years (okay, understatement of the decade but whatever), but we still remain friends through it all. We summed it up as a bunch of drunken stupid moments. At least, that's what I told him. We just…it was never the right time for us.
And it's worked. I mean, our friendship that is. In the past year we released our album to wide success (well, some critics say that we would have never gotten off the ground if it was not for my fame as a princess, if that tape of my singing hadn't been aired then we'd have never been on that charity album and never would have been signed blah blah blah).
So, naturally I go on tour with the band to promote our new album. And it's really fun because Michael is still my best friend (although he really has become a man whore, which totally tarnished my adolescent view of his perfection, but who am I to talk? I was at the moment eyeballing a roadie), and really his younger sister has come on board as our manager (perfect job for her).
And well… Felix had left his old band to lead a new one. But they were always looking for something new. Something to set them apart. But he refused to let me help him out. I was not even allowed to mention him to press. He wanted to make it on his own. He figured Grandmere would accept him more if he was a self made man.
Felix was a great distraction from Michael. I had to behave myself somewhat for my family, and he was great for that. He didn't believe in pre-marital sex (he became a born again Christian and we no longer slept with one another).
I went to NYU after I graduated good old Albert Einstein. Grandmere wanted me to study International Relations (even if I wasn't the heir to the throne, I still needed to be well versed). But it bored the hell out of me. The only times I had fun were the ones when I practiced my guitar. So after I spent a year in the school I decided that I really needed to focus on the band. Didn't hurt that we got a record deal that year and began touring and recording.
This, as one would imagine, started an international affair. My Grandmother and Dad didn't approve of course, but held a stiff upper lip with the press. They said that I was taking some time off before returning to school. That I needed to find myself in my musical endeavors. But that my older brother, Louie would be graduating from Princeton University that spring. Which is why I am here, and happy. And Louie is over in Genovia… dealing with Prince lessons with Grandmere. No need to note his mood.
"Mia, hello? Earth to Mia!" Felix said, exasperated.
"Oh, sorry babe. Um…I have been busy. Writing some new material and stuff." LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!
"What?"
"You know the band-"
"Mia, you need to get your life back on track already. Stop fooling around. Go back to school."
I looked over at another band member who was hitting on a girl that looked about sixteen. I shook my head at him and gave him our signal that a girl was too young. "What difference does it make?" I demanded. "I mean, you've been busy with your new band. Now that it's over you are all upset that I have my own life away from you?" I ignored his lecture.
"That's exactly it! It's away from me. Why are we together if we never see one another? Mia, I gave up a lot just to be with you," he asked.
I softened. He had a logical point. As much as I betrayed him, I kind of loved the guy. We'd been through a lot together. "I'll be back two days from now. Then we can have a nice romantic date and-"
"Discuss our move to Los Angeles," he finished up.
"Or just discuss Los Angeles," I replied.
"Whatever. What are you doing now that the show is over? Heading back to the bus?"
I sighed, "Yes Felix. What are you doing tonight?"
"I might go check out a movie with Melissa and Kelly."
Now might be a good time to say that his two best friends were female. Oh, and they were roommates. They met when he was at school. I'm almost sure Liss has a teensy crush on him, but I don't push the issue. If they want to be together then they can be. And he can dump me. And Grandmere can't be mad. We all win. "Oh, okay sweetie. Have fun with the girls."
"I will…don't you ever get jealous?" he asked softly, almost hurt.
"Why?" I asked. "They're your best friends and roommates. Do I have something to be jealous of?" I didn't get jealous 'cuz I honestly wouldn't care if they were having an affair. A threesome. Good for him.
"No…forget it. I love you."
I felt something cold go down my back and jumped up, "Michael! I'm going to kill you!" I screamed.
I turned to see him laughing with Kevin, the bassist.
"What is it?" Felix asked.
I laughed, "Nothing. Don't worry about it. I'll talk to you in a few days?"
He sighed this time, "Sure. Let me know when you pick you up at the airport."
"I'll be on the bus with the guys, but I'll call. See you."
I hung up and glared at Michael and Kevin. "Are you two showered up?" I asked as I wiggled the ice cube out of my shirt.
"Yes Mother dear," Kev replied. "I'll help you with that ice," he offered, reaching to go down my shirt.
"And you?" I asked, looking at Michael. I slapped Kevin away. "Don't touch my boobs."
Michael shrugged, and then gave Kevin a dirty look. "We're going to a club. The girls like me all dirty." He put his hands on my hips. Yes, still got the butterflies. No, did not want to jump on him and lick the sweat off him like Shameeka suggested when we were younger. Okay, yes I did. Well, the jumping on him part. Not the licking part. But I held back. I could flirt with the best of them.
I rolled my eyes. "Number one, you have a freakishly obsessive girl friend back home. Secondly, you smell like a wet dog. Go shower."
"Only if you come with me," he said with a flirtatious wink.
I rolled my eyes. "Get a life Michael."
I love how assertive I have gotten.