Les went back to his father's house only long enough to pack up his Les Paul, his record collection, and a number of other essentials and favourite possessions, and then he left. Luckily, his dad wasn't home. His father often worked late, and would always impressed upon Les the importance of doing so, even though he was usually in a worse mood when he came trang chủ after working too long. Les wondered if he should bother leaving a note. There was nothing he really wanted to say to his dad, but then, if he didn't say anything his father might try and look for him, and Les didn't want to deal with that. Eventually he settled for a very brief note left on the phòng bếp, nhà bếp bàn which said, "Dad, I'm eighteen. I'm moving out. Les." He locked the door one last time and headed for Jimmy's house.
Jimmy's parents were very welcoming. Of course Jimmy had already đã đưa ý kiến they had agreed to let Les stay, but he still worried a little that he would be intruding on Jimmy's family. But Jimmy's parents both gave him warm hugs and told him he could stay as long as he liked.
"Thanks," Les told them. "I don't want to impose on you."
Jimmy's mother smiled kindly. "You're very sweet, Les. Letting bạn stay is no trouble at all."
"No," agreed Jimmy's father. "Besides, bạn and Jimmy can help keep each other out of trouble, can't you, son?" He ruffled Jimmy's hair affectionately.
Venus and Mars both wagged their tails like crazy and jumped on Les the một phút he got inside, running back and forth and barking and bringing him their toys.
bữa tối, bữa ăn tối was cheerful, with Jimmy and his dad cracking jokes around the bàn and Jimmy's mom offering Les một giây and third helpings, and after bữa tối, bữa ăn tối Les offered to help them clean up, something which he was well aware he never did back at his father's house.
"Thank you, dear," đã đưa ý kiến Jimmy's mother, "but it's your first night here; bạn should rest. Why don't bạn and Jimmy catch up?"
So Les and Jimmy decided to have a mứt session, which was their favourite thing to do together. They went to the basement, followed bởi the dogs, and Jimmy sat at his drums, Les brought out his Les Paul, and they began to play.
When Les was playing guitar, everything else seemed to fade away. His troubles with his father, his bad grades and the lack of encouragement he'd gotten when he'd đã đưa ý kiến he wanted to start a band, adjusting to his new life, everything was gone, and there was nothing but the music, flowing through him. When Les began to play, nothing else mattered.
After a time, Les began to sing, too. Jimmy always đã đưa ý kiến Les was the better singer out of the two, and was never resentful about letting Les do the hát when they played together. Mars had other ideas; he began to howl along as though he wanted to be Les's backup chorus. Venus lay with her head on her paws and thumped her tail contentedly against the cold stone floor.
At last, the mứt session came to an end, leaving Les flushed and happy.
"We're good," he remarked to Jimmy. "We've both gotten so much better this year!"
Jimmy grinned and nodded. "Hey, maybe we should start a band," he suggested. "You on guitar, me on drums, and Mars on backing vocals."
Venus raised her head and made a little questioning whimper. Les and Jimmy laughed, but Les was the first to stop.
"Jimmy - bạn don't think... if we started a band, we'd just be a wave tossed in the ocean, do you?"
Jimmy's face grew serious. "Listen, brother, your dad doesn't understand âm nhạc hoặc passion hoặc anything like that. He never even tried to understand you. Why would bạn take his advise?"
Before Les could answer, footsteps sounded on the basement stairs and Jimmy's mother appeared at the door.
"Les, honey?" she began hesitantly. "Your father just called our house; he wants to know if you're here. Do bạn want to talk to him?"
Les exchanged a glance with Jimmy.
"You don't have to," Jimmy đã đưa ý kiến at once.
"No, that's okay." If Les was going to break ties with his father, if he didn't want to feel like he was running away for the rest of his life, he might as well deal with this now. Besides, he reminded himself, his father was only a regular person. There was nothing to be scared of. "I'll talk to him."
Jimmy's parents were very welcoming. Of course Jimmy had already đã đưa ý kiến they had agreed to let Les stay, but he still worried a little that he would be intruding on Jimmy's family. But Jimmy's parents both gave him warm hugs and told him he could stay as long as he liked.
"Thanks," Les told them. "I don't want to impose on you."
Jimmy's mother smiled kindly. "You're very sweet, Les. Letting bạn stay is no trouble at all."
"No," agreed Jimmy's father. "Besides, bạn and Jimmy can help keep each other out of trouble, can't you, son?" He ruffled Jimmy's hair affectionately.
Venus and Mars both wagged their tails like crazy and jumped on Les the một phút he got inside, running back and forth and barking and bringing him their toys.
bữa tối, bữa ăn tối was cheerful, with Jimmy and his dad cracking jokes around the bàn and Jimmy's mom offering Les một giây and third helpings, and after bữa tối, bữa ăn tối Les offered to help them clean up, something which he was well aware he never did back at his father's house.
"Thank you, dear," đã đưa ý kiến Jimmy's mother, "but it's your first night here; bạn should rest. Why don't bạn and Jimmy catch up?"
So Les and Jimmy decided to have a mứt session, which was their favourite thing to do together. They went to the basement, followed bởi the dogs, and Jimmy sat at his drums, Les brought out his Les Paul, and they began to play.
When Les was playing guitar, everything else seemed to fade away. His troubles with his father, his bad grades and the lack of encouragement he'd gotten when he'd đã đưa ý kiến he wanted to start a band, adjusting to his new life, everything was gone, and there was nothing but the music, flowing through him. When Les began to play, nothing else mattered.
After a time, Les began to sing, too. Jimmy always đã đưa ý kiến Les was the better singer out of the two, and was never resentful about letting Les do the hát when they played together. Mars had other ideas; he began to howl along as though he wanted to be Les's backup chorus. Venus lay with her head on her paws and thumped her tail contentedly against the cold stone floor.
At last, the mứt session came to an end, leaving Les flushed and happy.
"We're good," he remarked to Jimmy. "We've both gotten so much better this year!"
Jimmy grinned and nodded. "Hey, maybe we should start a band," he suggested. "You on guitar, me on drums, and Mars on backing vocals."
Venus raised her head and made a little questioning whimper. Les and Jimmy laughed, but Les was the first to stop.
"Jimmy - bạn don't think... if we started a band, we'd just be a wave tossed in the ocean, do you?"
Jimmy's face grew serious. "Listen, brother, your dad doesn't understand âm nhạc hoặc passion hoặc anything like that. He never even tried to understand you. Why would bạn take his advise?"
Before Les could answer, footsteps sounded on the basement stairs and Jimmy's mother appeared at the door.
"Les, honey?" she began hesitantly. "Your father just called our house; he wants to know if you're here. Do bạn want to talk to him?"
Les exchanged a glance with Jimmy.
"You don't have to," Jimmy đã đưa ý kiến at once.
"No, that's okay." If Les was going to break ties with his father, if he didn't want to feel like he was running away for the rest of his life, he might as well deal with this now. Besides, he reminded himself, his father was only a regular person. There was nothing to be scared of. "I'll talk to him."
