A Girl Named Yellow
Author: Fox Wild

Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Of 9

I never met Dawson Ricktor.  It turned out he did have leukemia, and this trip to the hospital would be his last.  He died three weeks after I met the misfits of Castle Danger.


Having never met him, I didn’t attend the funeral of Dawson Ricktor; neither did Yellow.  When I asked her why she wasn’t going, since they were very close, she said “Funerals are for the ones left behind, the living, they morn the loss, their loss.  I choose to remember Ricktor as I knew him.  Alive, and with us; not cold, dead, buried in the ground.”


I’d never ask anything about Ricktor again.  I understood what she meant, and why.  Death scared her.  She was young, like me.  We were 14, gaining on 15 fast; we shouldn’t have been dealing with the death of someone our own age.  For Yellow though, this was… it scared her more than it did the rest of us.  This bothered me; why was she so scared of death?  I wouldn’t ask.


“I need you to come with me, please.”  Yellow implored me.


“I… you… um, I don’t know… I guess.  Why do you need me?  I’ve never even met Ricktor.  Wouldn’t Lutz or Rocks be a better choice?”  I tried to reason with her.


“Lutz?  Please, she’s the ice queen.  And Rocks, no, fuck no!  He’d want to do a rubbing of his gravestone or something.  I swear, if he ever does find a mummy, he’ll have sex with it, I shit you not!”


She always made me laugh.  Some of her analogies at times… they amused me.  So I said yes, and went with her to the graveyard, at midnight.  I must have lost my mind. 


We were here now.  The path was paved, like a golf cart path, for most of the way.  It wasn’t far across the grass to where the grave of Dawson Ricktor was.  I stayed back while she went forward.  Yellow knelt in front of the grave stone; she reached her left hand forward and touched the name on the stone.  I could tell she was crying; she spoke, but I was unable to hear what she said.  She sobbed for a few minutes, the wind was picking up.  The air smelt like rain.  After several more minutes, Yellow lifted her head.


“I knew I wouldn’t be able to say what I wanted to say to you… without bawling, so I wrote you a letter.  They wouldn’t let us see you at the hospital… I miss you Ricktor, you were my best friend.”  Yellow said to the gravestone. 


Slowly she reached into a pocket on her light jacket; she removed an unsealed envelope and a rock.  Holding the letter on the concrete edge of the grave marker, she placed the rock on the envelope; after a moment, she stood.  Her face was turned down, towards the grave, I could see tears fall from her face.  The right thing to do was to wait patiently and give her time, and that’s what I did. 


When she walked away, I put my arm around her, for comfort.  After several steps, I looked back at the letter.  The wind caught it and rolled the rock off of it and it blew away.  I said nothing and looked forward and kept Yellow walking.




The next day, I went back to the graveyard, to find her letter.  My intention was to put it back with a bigger rock, but first, I needed to find it.  It didn’t take me long, I figured the fence along the back of the cemetery was a good place to start.  I saw the light yellow of the envelope from Yellow’s letter, it was stuck on the side of a small equipment building.  I was sure it was hers, it was such a distinct color.


I checked it as I grabbed it, it was her handwriting, and Ricktor’s name.  I put it in my pocket and started off.  I fought the urge to head towards the grave, it was starting to rain again.  No, I wouldn’t, not even out of curiosity.  That’s what kills the cat.


It was two days later.  The weather was rainy, so I hadn’t been back to the cemetery.  I had considered reading the letter, but hadn’t.  Yellow called me in the morning, wanting to come over and study with me.  We were both getting ready to take our tests for learners permits for driving.  I agreed so she came over.


“Gawd!  Some of these driving rules!  They are nuts!  These couldn’t have been written by rational people!”  Yellow exclaimed at one point.


I agreed but tried to rationalize to her that over time and many elected people trying to adapt laws to changing times, the rules ended up being less then ideal and somewhat mixed up.  She responded by punching me in the shoulder and calling me a dork.  My mom said this was just her way of showing me she liked me. 


Keeping my nose in the book I was reading, I tried to focus on studying.  Then Yellow, as she often does, got my attention fully again.


“What’s that?”  She asked in a demanding voice.


I looked to where she was pointing; the envelope from the graveyard.  Now I had some explaining to do.


“I found it stuck on a small building in the cemetery.  I didn’t want it to end up in the trash.  I was going to put it back with a bigger rock… when the rain stopped that is.”


She picked it up and looked at it.  She simply stared at the envelope, minutes ticked by.  Finally she raised her head.  “I want to leave it again.”


We returned to the graveyard that night, at midnight again, and she put the letter back; this time she use a bigger rock.  It wouldn’t be blowing away, the rock was flatter as well and wouldn’t roll.  She came back to me and I put my arm around her and we started off.


Yellow motioned off to the side of  the path we were on.  “Head to the bunker.  I want to go there.”  She insisted.


I tried to talk her out of going to her bunker, she needed to go home.  She wouldn’t listen, so, we went to the bunker.  We went to the area that was hers and lounged and talked.  About an hour passed, we were both in a light mood, no darkness from the graveyard visit remained.  It was just past three in the morning now.  Yellow stood up and held a hand out to me.  Taking her hand, I stood with her.


“Come on.  Have something to show you.”  She said.


I nodded and followed along as she led me by the hand.  She opened another secret door.  Behind this, was a wall to wall bed, lights that were set to look like stars on the ceiling.  She moved me forward into the room, then closed the door.


“Make love with me David; please, I need to feel love.”  She begged.


I met her request, and that night, in the secret bedroom in her bunker, we gave ourselves to each other.  Each of us being the first for the other.  This would be both a magical and painful memory for my entire life.




“Have you seen Yellow since you got back David?”  Lutz asked me when I walked into the parts shop.  She’d been working there about a year now I’d heard.


“I literally just got into town Lutz.  Kind-a hard for me to see her when I haven’t seen anyone yet.  And why would I want to see her anyways?  You forget she doesn’t want to see me?  She made that quite clear when I left.”  David nearly barked at his friend.


Lutz held up her hands like she were facing the police.  “Hey, we heard you got into town last night bro, don’t go hating on me.  She was looking for you, that’s all I know.  So how was the audition?”


“No, we ended up staying in Black Burrow last night.  Nick’s van started over-heating, again.  Need a thermostat for that piece of shit, you have one in stock?”  David requested, moving on from the topic of Yellow, he hoped.


Lutz smirked.  “Yeah, we’ve got one.  $22.95, plus tax.”  She told him then set a box down on the counter.


David chortled.  “You just happened to have that right on the counter?”


“Ripper called, said he thought the van needed a new thermostat, used to be the shops old delivery van.  Worked on that thing quite a bit.  I’m surprised it’s still running.”  Lutz said as she took his money.


“Don’t think we got  the gig.  They were pretty… I don’t know, unimpressed.  Did one of our originals.  Should’ve stuck to the top 20 shit.”  David commented as he took his change.


“There’s still the school dance.  They like to use local bands, school garage bands like yours.”  She said trying to sound encouraging.


David snorted.  “Yeah, right.  We’re also from Cornwall, not the public schools, we aren’t popular with the public school kids, or the staff.”


Like himself and Yellow, Lutz ended up going to the private school in Castle Danger.  They wore uniforms and road a coach to school, staying until the weekends when the coach would take them home.  This further separated them from the rest of the kids in town.  This also prompted some of the older kids from the public schools to feel they had the right to bully the private school kids.  Unfortunately for the public bullies, the private school added self defense classes.  Bullying was no longer an issue, from the public school bullies.


“True, but there aren’t any good bands from Castle Danger High.  Riot Police are the best local band.”  Lutz said encouragingly. 


David hated the name ‘Riot Police’, wasn’t his idea.  The person whom started the band was a big fan of Quiet Riot, and his girlfriend whom also played the drums was a big Sting fan, thus the name Riot Police.  Personally he thought the name sounded 1980’s, just like the bands they got the name from.  The Rabid Weasels, or Prairie Dog Army, those would’ve been good names for a modern band like they claimed to be.


The other end of the deal was that the two ‘owners’ of the band, wouldn’t listen to any of his original music, only what they came up with, which was shit. 


“You should dump those two horse’s asses that think they own you.  Start your own band.  Slippery Weasel or whatever it was you said at the beach last weekend.  You don’t need them.”  Lutz suggested.


David scoffed.  “Yeah, then I need a lead guitarist and a drummer; if the others stay, a bassist.  Someone for keyboard would be nice.”  He looked off for a moment before returning to the room.  “Yeah, it’d be just me trying to organize a band, find people, equipment.  Be hard.  People, maybe, equipment, a van, not so easy.”


Lutz shrugged.  “Rocks plays drums.  Yellow plays the piano, so that’s two.  You can do lead, I’ve heard you, you’re better than you give yourself credit for.”


Now David laughed.  “Yeah, Rocks and Yellow, that’s not a band, that’s an on stage drama.”  He shook his head quickly.  “No, Rocks, maybe, Yellow, she has commitment issues.  Even if I did handle lead, that still leaves someone for bass and maybe rhythm.  Then there’s all the equipment.  You need a lot more for a show than just jamming in a garage.  The kid who runs Riot Police, has all the lights, sound boards, all that shit.”


“Rent what you need.  You don’t have to have all your own equipment to start.  Lease some stuff, buy as you can.  Get some good used stuff, fix it up, keep going.  There are ways if you’re willing to do them David.”  Lutz pressed.


He was considering what she’d said, and wasn’t paying attention; Yellow had walked from the back of the store.


“I’m willing, to play that is.  Rocks hates the group he’s with now, I know, I was with them for a bit.  They threw me out; several other people as well.”  Yellow said, getting David’s attention.  “Amazed Rocks is still there the way they go through people.  Can’t be anyone left that hasn’t tried to play with them.  But they get gigs.  Bastards.”


“You were in a band?  I never knew that.  When was this?”  David asked Yellow.


She crossed her arms and looked off with a defiant face.  “When you were ignoring me.”


David’s face became dejected.  “You broke up with me Yellow!  You said if I went on the road again, we were through.  I’m a musician Yellow, I have to go on the road!  Why can’t you understand that?!”


Yellow threw her eyes fast on him.  “Why is it I can’t come with you?”  She threw back at him.  “Whenever I ask, you always say ‘no, it’s a job not a date’ even though the other girlfriends go with the band.  You’re embarrassed by me.  I’m not good enough for your band?  Is that it?  Or are you banging some stray pussy from wherever you’re performing?”


“God Yellow, I wasn’t cheating on you!  I…”  David looked off to the side and guffawed.  “I just wanted some space; some time where you weren’t right there.  Performing is hard work, and I don’t have time for you when you’re with me, when I’m working.”


“Oh fuck you David!  I don’t need you to take care of me when you’re working!  I can take care of myself, dance, play darts, whatever I want!  I think you’re just jealous that other guys want to dance with me!”  Yellow charged back with fever.


“Jealous!”  David scoffed loudly.  “There’s a laugh!  Jealous of you?  You’re crazy if you think that Yellow!”  He looked harshly at her now.  “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t come out of your cave!”


She knew what he was implying; it was supposed to be their secret.  Yellow stormed off, heading for the front door out.


“Yellow, stop!”  Lutz called after her.  “Please!  Yellow!  Stop!”  She cried out, coming from behind the counter and trotting after Yellow, catching up to her right at the door.  “Yellow, please.  You’re my friend, David is our friend too.  Please, be the bigger person Yellow.”


Yellow looked down and shook her head as she turned towards Lutz.  “He’ll never give me a chance.  And I’m not going to make a career on the road with a band.  Even if he did take me on, I’d only be doing it short term.  My dreams are in Castle Danger; settling down in town, buying the flower shop.”


Lutz put an arm around Yellow’s shoulders and led her back to where David was.  They stood there looking at the floor between the three of them.  Finally, Lutz broke the ice.


“Yellow is wicked on the keyboard, and does a good job with choreography.  You give her something to work with, she can make you a show band.”  Lutz began.


“I can talk my dad into helping us rent some equipment.  He was in a band in high school and college, so he’ll be for it.”  Yellow said, then looked back across her shoulder.  “He always said I should get involved in more activities.”  She looked back to the group.  With a shrug she concluded, “We don’t need a lot of stuff.  We have our own instruments; just some lights, amps, a basic board, we can start out.”


So that was the beginning.  Rocks jumped onboard in a flash, and Jennifer Doogan of all people, joined with her bass.  She was damn good.  That left a rhythm guitarist.  The others said one wasn’t needed, that I did great.  I still wanted one more guitar.  More full sounding band that way I felt.




“Prairie Dog Warriors!  Best name ever!”  Jerome Pitman barked out. 


“No.  Sorry Jerome.”  Yellow boldly stated, with the others firmly agreeing.  “The only way we can do this is if the school approves us as a band to compete to play the school dance.  If we don’t sign up to compete, we can’t have an after school band.”


“Yeah, so that means the school board will have to approve the names, and they’ll want it tame, very tame.”  Rocks interjected.


“True.”  Jerome agreed.


Lutz smiled from her reclusive hold away from everyone, standing up and moving to where everyone else was.


“Keep it simple, soft.  Satire.  Simple, easy to remember and nothing the school board will object to.”  Lutz suggested.


“Satire.”  David repeated from a distant thought.  “Satire.”  He muttered again after several minutes.  His eyes were locked on a spot on the floor, but David wasn’t in  the room.


“So we’re Satire.  Easy to fit on a banner behind the band.”  Yellow agreed.


“Do we get business cards printed up?  Satire, but what…”


“No, that name sucks.  We’re ‘Garage Sale’.  Something everyone can relate to.  That’s the bands name, Garage Sale.”  David announced.


“What the fuck, dude?  You just think you get to name the band after we voted?”  Jennifer spouted.  Others clearly felt the way she did.


“Yeah.  It’s my band, not yours.  I started it, I name it.  Don’t like it, you can leave.  I have other people that want to play in a band I start.”  David replied bluntly.


“Hold up!  Just hold up.  Everyone, stay calm.  No ones leaving; David’s right, it’s his band, he did start it, we are Garage Sale.  Love it.”  Yellow said as she stood beside David, showing him her full support.




“How long do we have to wait to find out who won the prom gig?”  Lutz asked.


David and Yellow both shrugged.  He spoke up.  “Homecoming, and until they decide.  Usually it’s within 15, 20 minutes.”


Lutz looked at her watch again.  “It’s been over an hour and a half now.  This can’t be good.”  She looked up and towards someone coming their way.  “Rocks!  He must have news.”


It took a couple more minutes before he was close enough to talk, and a couple more to catch his breath.  “They’re sending everyone home, they’ll let the winner know in the morning, after they finalize their decision.”  Rocks relayed to them.


“So, they’ve decided, or are still trying to decide?”  Yellow asked for the group.


“They’ve narrowed the field, now they need to decide between their final choices.  No clue as to who’s in and who’s out.”  Rocks answered.


“Great, typical bullshit.  Keep everyone guessing and on edge.”  David growled.


Yellow moved into David’s side and consoled him.  “Let’s get something to eat, then head home and wait.  No point staying here and getting bitchy.” 


“Yeah, fine.  I could eat.”  David agreed.  “Leroy’s BBQ, I’ll drive.”


There were some laughs from the others.  Leroy’s was his favorite place to eat; if you didn’t beat him to the punch, you were eating from Leroy’s BBQ.


After they ate, the band went back to David’s place, as they often did to hang out.  He’d bought an old farm house that sat on several acres. The barns and other farm buildings had long ago been torn down, the majority of the farmland rented out.  The house was very large, as old farm houses often were.  David had spent his down time working on his house.  Now that he was 18, the house was fully transferred into his name.  His father was proud of him, he even encouraged him to turn the place into a B&B.


But David had dreams of his own, and this house, was an investment for future success as a band.  A place the band could hang out when not on the road and record music in their private studio.  But the house had a long way to go.  Only three rooms were livable.  Some of the plumbing was in rough shape.


“You know they’re going to pick that group from Elm Street Campus.  They’re the school boards favorites.  They’re the well to do of the public school crowd.”  Lutz declared.


“Thanks for the vote of confidence Heidi.”  Rocks grumbled at her.  She gave him the finger.  “Anytime Lutz girl, anytime you want some of this,” he said, motioning to his body, “you just say the word.  I’ll spoil you for all other men.”


“Sure thing Rocks, when I develop a taste for fat, you’ll be the first one I think of.”  She retorted, using her hands at her sides to indicate herself becoming larger.


“I’m not fat.”  Rocks said as he rubbed his large chest.  “I’ve just got a Prussian build.  I’m solid.”


“Solid lard.”  Lutz shot back, then flagged a hand at him and walked off.


A couple hours later, Yellow, Lutz and David were the only ones left at the house, and they were passing a joint between them, except for David, who still wouldn’t join in their smoking.  He’d always say something about not wanting to join the 27 club.  Yellow’s logic was he could still die in a plane crash, or on the freeway.  He didn’t care for those conversations with her.


An hour later, only Yellow remained with David; they were sitting on the couch together.  She was slouched down with one leg on the couch, the other hanging loosely to the floor.  David rolled his head over towards Yellow.


“Yellow, why are you here?”


She moved her head some towards him.  She made a guttural sound from her throat then after a second sighed as she lifted a hand then let it drop.


“I don’t know.”  She moved her eyes to his.  “Why are you here?  Why are any of us here for that matter…”


“No, Yellow, I’m not being philosophical, I mean, you, here, right now; everyone else has left, but you’re still here!”  He gave her a cross look.  “Why are you still here Yellow?  Why haven’t you gone home?”


Yellow looked at him with a hurt face.  “Because you’re here, I thought I was your girlfriend, and… you know.”  She glanced around the room as she went on, returning her eyes to him.  “We’ve spent so many nights here, just the two of us.  I thought it’d be nice… to… you know, it’s been a while.  We’ve been so busy getting ready; we have time now… so… do you want to?”


David rasped his throat, he sounded annoyed.  “Yellow, you’re not my girlfriend, we’re friends, that’s it; friends with benefits.  And you’re smothering me right now.  I need time to myself, not trying to take care of you; I need to take care of me right now.  You don’t see it, but I’m under a lot of stress that you don’t understand!”


Yellow scoffed at him.  “Don’t you dare David Vetsoll, don’t you dare say that the rest of us haven’t had stress…”


“Shut UP YELLOW!”  David screamed at her as loud as he could.  “God!  Take a fucking hint Yellow…” David pointed at the door, “… get out!”


She stood there stunned for a moment, but slowly managed to turn and started for the door without another word.


“And don’t come back, ever.”  David demanded.


Yellow lumbered forward, holding back the tears, at least until she was out the door, then she’d have to succumb to her emotions; but she could hold back long enough so she wouldn’t break down in front of David.  He’d become so cold, obsessed with the band.




“We got the gig!  They went on until 4:20 in the morning, and they picked us!  They said we had the most solid act.”  David burst with excitement when he came into the room with the others, less Yellow.


“Awesome news!”  Rocks said with a bright face, that faded fast.  “Now we have to get to work.  They expect us to have two full sets, and a set is 40 minutes.  And we can’t repeat a song once.”


“We’ll be expected to do an encore, that should be two songs, maybe three, no, two.”  Lutz expanded.


“That’s a lot of new songs to learn.”  Jerome identified as another issue for them.


“I have some originals, they’re solid, we can fill some middle set space with a couple.”  David announced.


“Originals are iffy, especially if you’re not an established house band, and we aren’t.”  Jennifer elaborated.


“Either way, we need to get rehearsing.  Dance is three weeks away.  We have a tentative list for most of two sets, now we need to learn some songs, time ourselves, and practice, practice, practice.”  Rocks stated.


“Right.”  David agreed.  “We’ve been working a dozen songs or more, lets see where we’re at and go from there.”  He finished then started over to where his guitar was.


The others started following over and taking their places.  David was already tuning up, soon others joined him, until Rocks had a question.


“Where’s Yellow at?  We can’t rehearse until she’s here.”  He said when there was a pause in the noise.


“Yellow’s not coming.  She’s out of the band.”  David dropped coldly.


Everyone looked at him fast.  There was some murmuring among the group, David ignored what people were mumbling. 


“David, you can’t kick her out, not right now!”  Jennifer cried.  “Right before our big concert?  Are you nuts?”


David looked back at her with a hard face and eyes.  “I didn’t kick her out, she quit!  She never wanted this anyways.”  He ripped on his guitar fast and hard for a moment.  “Lets get this going, we don’t have a lot of time to practice.”




The day of their concert, David saw an envelope setting on a small wooden table on his porch, a pale yellow envelope held down by a small painted rock; the paper inside would match the envelope in color.  Yellow’s color.  It was called soft canary yellow, Yellow’s favorite color.  He father had bought the paper and envelopes for her as a gift.  She fell in love with the color and  the stationary, and when her father found out the paper company was discontinuing the color, he bought up all he could of the paper and envelopes.  Yellow was stocked for life she’d said.


This was a trademark thing for Yellow, leaving letters for people.  She never sealed her envelopes, she said sealing them made them less personal or something like that.  She was weird.  David kept walking, his eyes trained on the letter as it flapped in the gentle breeze of the mid morning.  Soon it was out of sight as he approached the door into his escape.


After this year of school, he would graduate, then he was off to make his mark on the world, and not at some office working 9 to 5.  He’d do it on a big stage with bright lights and in front of screaming fans!  If the others didn’t want that, then he’d find people that had the dream, and the drive, to make them reality!


David had most of the morning to himself at the ‘band house’ as he called it.  Rocks was the first one to show up, this was typical.


“Hey, David.”  Rocks said in reserved greeting.  “You been here all night?”


David shook his head.  “Na, been here a couple hours, just working on songs.” 


“Talked to Yellow.  Everyone has.”  Rocks told David, who looked back at him with a foul gaze for a moment.  “I just talked to her first.  I didn’t ask why she quit, I just asked her what happened.  You threw her out of the band.  Told her to leave and never come back.  You lied to us David, why?”


David wouldn’t look at him.  “Fuck you Rocks.  I don’t need her, and I don’t need you.  She did quit; she was only here until we did the school dance, then she was gone.  Said so since the beginning.  We didn’t need her, she lacked commitment.”


“You can’t play the concert alone.  You need us at least that long.  Just let Yellow come back that long, you said it yourself, she said she’d play the school dance, then she was gone.  I think the rest of us are too.  Except for Jerome, he’s all about being in a band like you.”  Rocks said.


“Some band, everyone wants to bail.”  David replied with a dejected tone.


“You don’t have to be such a hard ass all the time.  You know she left a letter for…”  Rocks started, David cut him off.


“Yeah, I know she left a letter.  That’s her  trademark.  Don’t want to talk about her, don’t want to read her letters!”  He huffed out.  He motioned towards his guitar.  “And that’s all that matters right now, until after the concert.”


And that’s how the concert went down.  The members were there for one concert, then they were breaking up.  They still went to David’s house after the concert to unwind, and for the others to tell David they were done with the band.


“So, who all is staying?  I have a line on a couple gigs but I need to know who I’m replacing.”  David said once everyone was in the living room area. 


“I’m out David, sorry bro.”  Rocks said.


“I’ve got college to prep for, tests.  I want to get into a good school.  Been keeping my grades up for this, now I have to get the payoff.”  Lutz responded to his unasked question.


David looked at Jennifer.  She held out her hands and sighed.  “I… shoot, I, ah… really don’t have anything else to do honestly.  College is a bust for me right now.  Can’t afford it, can’t get any scholarships.  Guess I’m in, for now.”


“You know I’m in David, till the end brother.”  Jerome said then tried to smack palms with him.  The move failed.  David didn’t care Jerome was beside him.  His friends were abandoning him.


“That’s okay Lutz, you were just the manager, didn’t really promote us much.  I’ve already handled promoter, now I just need a drummer.  If you’re not in the band, you can leave.  Those of us that are in the band still, have work to do.”  David said to them blankly.


“So, that’s the end of Garage Sale.  Least we had one great concert.”  Rocks said then stood up and started for the door.


“Garage Sale is still a thing.  The name is registered in my name.  I am Garage Sale, not you guys, it’s my band, my name.”  David informed the others as he made his way towards where their makeshift stage was.  “Hey Jennifer, you know people in the school band, any real drummers?”


As Rocks and Lutz left David’s house, he carried on like they didn’t matter to him.  In the end, they didn’t.  He had goals to achieve, dreams to fulfill.  If they weren’t a part of that, he had no time for them in his life.  He’d decided to do some college, focusing on business management and graphic design.  He thought knowledge in those two areas would benefit him in pursuit of a musical career. 


Two weeks later, Garage Sale was performing at a local steak house and dance hall.  The band started at 9:00pm.  David and Garage Sale took to the stage; with him his new drummer and a keyboardist.  Things started off fine, the crowd seemed to like their sound, even when he worked in one of his originals.  It was right after the original song finished, he noticed someone working the floor waiting on patrons.


Yellow, she was working here now, and all the kids were trying to get jobs.  First ones to start looking got the best jobs.  Waitress paid well in tips here of you worked the weekends.  As the band played on, he watched her.  She looked to be taking in decent tips.  She had the personality that would earn her good tips.  She had the flair for customer service.  She was working near his area; so when the band took a break, he called her over.


“Hey, Yellow…”  He called out to her when she was dropping off drinks to some people with her back towards David.


She turned around and held a somewhat cold look to her.  “Yes?”


“Yeah, hey, can I get a sprite, no ice, shot of lemon.”  David said to her, then looked back and motioned to another member of the band.  “Yeah and Divo wants a Mountain Dew.”


“Sure.  After I finish my tables.  Paying customers come first, sir.”  She replied, then crisply turned and was off.


Another waitress brought their drinks.  Yellow never returned and started working a different part of the dance hall.  David guessed that was a bridge burnt behind him.  It was approaching one in the morning now, his gig was almost done.  This was the longest he’d played, one full night. 


Divo, his drummer, Danny Divito was his real name, looked ready to drop.  So did Jennifer.  His new keyboardist, Marcy Ritter, seemed to be holding up better than the rest, but she’d been in concerts before, just a different type.  They weren’t playing classical and chamber music.


While the band broke down their stage and put things in the van, David spotted Yellow and slipped off to try and catch her so he could talk to her.  He stopped her near a backdoor the staff took trash out of.


“Yellow, got a second?”  He asked as she turned and fully saw him.


She sighed.  “I’m busy David, what do you want?”


It was his turn to sigh.  “Look, I’m sorry about how I left things; I didn’t handle…” he gestured around with his hands, “things between us well.  I’m sorry, I over reacted.  I just always thought, I’d start a band, and you’d be in it with me.”  He looked down at his feet.  “I fucked up Yellow, I want to still be friends, if we can.”


Yellow looked to the side and sniffed hard, keeping the tears back the best she could.  “Oh, now you want to be friends.  You drive your band away,  all for… some stupid dream of yours.  A lot of people try to be successful musicians, it ain’t easy.  Most bands fail.  I hope you make it, but, just because that’s your dream, doesn’t mean it’s mine, or the others.  Just because our dreams are different, doesn’t… mean…”  She shook her head briskly.  “You know what, it doesn’t matter.”  She looked at David intently.  “I never stopped being your friend, even though you stopped being mine.”


With that, she tried to press past him.  He stopped her.  “Yellow, come by my house tonight,” he looked around the place quickly, “when you’re done here.  I’ll wait up.”


“Don’t bother, I probably won’t come.”  She said then hurried off.


He returned to the band and helped finish the teardown and loading.  An hour later, they were at David’s house, relaxing a bit. 


“Well, tonight went well.”  Divo said bluntly as he looked at the pile of gear they’d stacked in the living room.  “We’re there again next weekend, right David?”


He looked back to where Divo was from his distracted state.  “Um, yeah.  Working on the Dew Drop Inn and The House Of Blue Lights.  They’re about the only other places around Castle Danger that plays our type of music.  Hey Belly’s is total country hick place.”


His band-mates milled around his house for a bit, with members slowly heading off to home and a nights sleep.  Now it was just David and Marcy, they were sitting on the couch talking casually.  Both were nearly asleep.


Marcy was wrapped up in a blanket on one end of the couch.  “I don’t think she’s coming, David.”  She mumbled from a sleep deprived stupor.  “That’s just Yellow man, she is what she is, her own being, she marches to her own yellow drummer.  No plans in Yellow’s life, just live and do.”


David smiled, mostly to himself.  “Oh, she has a plan.  Don’t know how realistic it is, probably more-so than what I’m trying to accomplish.”


“Oh?”  Marcy said as she scootched up closer to David.  “What’s Yellow’s grand plan?”


With a scoff David said, “She wants to buy the flower shop in town.  That’s what she wants to do.  Bring a little happy into peoples lives she said.  Flowers do that, bring a little happy into the world.”


Marcy stretched up and kissed David on the cheek and moved in to hug him some.


“What are you doing?”  He asked.


She chuckled.  “Just bringing a little happy into our world, right now.





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