Two Of Us

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" You and I have memories, longer than the road that stretches out of here."

Submitted: March 19, 2016

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Submitted: March 19, 2016



“Up next, who might be the hottest band on the planet, sweeping the nation with their two new number one and two hits “Take me by surprise” and “names will come and go”, The Silver Bullets!!!” I remember those days like they just happened yesterday. So many memories that come flooding back like rushing waters flowing down a mountainside. It was Me and Jeff fulfilling a lifelong passion and dream we shared. A dream of making music and sharing it with the world. It's been a while since we last saw each other. The last time I was in the same room as him, I was on the ground with Jeff's fists hitting me in the face.

Our bands break up was as confrontational as one meeting could get. “ OK boys, now that we're all here we can get started. Phil has something he wants to say.” our new manager announced. I started to stand up when I saw Jeff shake his head and have a “ I can't believe this” type of look on his face. I brushed it off and started talking “ What I have to say today will change everything. we've had a great run over the last eight years, 22 number one hits, millions of fans screaming our names, toured all over the world. And I wouldn't change any of it. But I think we've exhausted this as far as it can go. I'm calling it quits......I'm out.” I said, expecting an uproar. But all that happened was Gerry and Reilly getting up and walking out the door and Jeff just sat there, looking out the window. “ What's this really about Phil?” I heard Jeff say as I was putting on my raincoat. “ let me guess, you got so bloody tired of dragging us along with your crazy delusion of a perfect band that you want to just end it right here and there. Well, here ya go, it's all out on the table, It's your move Phil.” Jeff said, getting up into my face. So I turned real quick and struck him in the jaw. He got up and tackled me to the ground and started throwing punches into my stomach. Gerry and Reilly were coming back in and they grabbed and separated the both of us. I've only talked to the boys twice in the last ten years because of what I said that day. Except Jeff, we may have gotten into a blarney, but we had been best friends for years. A little bit of sick and tired wasn't going to ruin our friendship. after all, we felt the musical rift coming, as the years of wear and tear were catching up with us.

Jeff wanted it to end, but on his own terms. I can certainly see why now, since he did start the band. I started getting second thoughts on the way to Jeff's place. Would he even want to talk about the old days? I just told myself that you need to be upfront. Time to get everything out into the open. His place was big, right in the heart of downtown New York. He used to live in the United Kingdom, but he grew to love the U.S. More than the rest of us. I stepped into the elevator up to his flat, leaned up along the back bar, took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. When I stepped off the elevator, I heard music coming out of the glass window above his door. It was one of our last songs we wrote together, “Two of us”. I really liked that song. As I opened the door, I could see someone sitting in this black chair in the living room area. “Jeff, is that you?” I asked. He turned around in the chair, and we both smiled, the two of us.....

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