Sunday, 9 December 2012

Daft Punk Are Playing At My House


(Daft Punk Are Playing At My House - LCD Soundsystem)

It was a stupid lie, and Danny knew it the moment that he said it. But by then it was too late to go back.

“At your house?” Carl said, in disbelief. “What do you mean they’re playing at your house?”

“I won a competition,” Danny said. “Did you not see it? Was in the paper. While back. Win the competition, and they come play at your house. Just a few songs. Just acoustic, like, nothing dramatic.”

“Nothing dramatic?” Jen said. “Nothing dramatic, he says, when Crooked Fog are playing at his house.”

“Can’t wait,” Carl said. “Going to be class.”

“Erm, I’m not sure if it just has to be me or not--”

“Am telling you now it isn’t,” Jen said. “No way am I missing this, and Ellie would kill me if she did, she’s fancied Ben the bass player for ages.”

“Mmm,” Daniel said. Jen had been going on and on about how they were her favourite band, and Carl knew lots more about them than he did so he had desperately searched for something that would trump him. What have I done, he thought. I’ll have to make up that they’re ill. That they cancelled. What’s the big deal, they’re just a local band, they’ve not made it big or anything, Mickey even went to our school.

“There,” Jen said. “Facebooked. Tweeted.”

“Mmm,” Danny said.

# # #

Every time he got up in the morning, he planned to tell everyone. But he couldn’t. He’d start, and then he’d lose his words. Besides, Jen couldn’t get enough of him. He knew it would only last until Friday, but he might as well enjoy it while he could. She was way out of his league anyway.

As it turned out, his mum and dad were out anyway, someone’s retirement do. His mum pecked him on the cheek, and said, “Don’t wreck the place.” His dad said “I’ve measured the Scotch.”

He drew all the curtains and lay on the floor. He would just pretend he wasn’t it, that no-one was in, and they would realise and all go away and then all hate him for the rest of forever. Perhaps he would think up an excuse: the band called early – they’d been booked in elsewhere, double-booked, they couldn’t get out of it, so they’d come to pick him up, take him with them, back-stage pass access all areas. Maybe that would do it.

The doorbell rang.

Danny sighed, and got up, like he knew he would. Went to answer the door like he knew he would. He could never not do things, which is how he’d ended up like this in the first place. He’d already seen the disgust in Jen’s eyes a thousand times in his imagination. Could it be much worse in real life? He knew it could.

“You must be Danny.”

“Mmm,” he said.

“I’m Mickey, this is Ben. Only the two of us, but it was a bit short notice. Wait, what am I saying, we got no notice at all. Just read that we were playing here tonight, us two had nothing on, thought it would be a laugh. Don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, would you?”

“Mmm,” Danny said. He stepped aside, followed them in, starting opening all the curtains.

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