Breaking the haze
Sizing up the matter.
The next day, was a particularly long one. The boys were scheduled for record store appearances and signings until the late evening. It was all the usual, same, meeting and greeting the fans, but at the final stop was when the “anxiousness” kicked in.
Seated from left to right at the long horizontal signing table, was Fieldy, David, Munky and Jonathan… a seating arrangement made intentionally by HIV himself, who had firstly wanted to keep far from Munky until nightfall, but instead, gave into temptation.
“Well, here we are…” Jon winked, as he scribbled down his signature quickly on a fan’s poster.
“Again.” Munky said simply, doing the same, as well as posing for photo.
“Yeah, but never like this.”
“Hmm…yeah.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, why?”
“Yeah there is, you haven’t looked at me since you’ve sat here.”
“I’m chatting it up with the fans. Working, you know.”
“I thought you said you didn’t care if anyone saw us together.” Jon blurted out, but in a much lower tone of voice.
“I don’t… and… I do.”
“Uh ha! … I see.”
“Don’t you care?”
“Naa, I could’ve came out here signing autographs in a pink Speedo, kissing Fieldy on the fuckin’ cheek, and no one would take it that seriously. Maybe years ago, but not now.”
Munky laughed, “This is true. And I’m holding you to it.”
Jonathan leaned over James taking his cheeks in his left hand forcing him to hold still as he took his sharpie marker and wrote, “ur ass is mine” in messy black print.
“Shit, man!” James smudged the marker across his forehead, making it bolder, and causing a few fans to stir and giggle, snapping photos in front of his eyes.
“See?” Jon smiled, and by nervous habit, took one of his own dreads and twirled it around his fingers over and over.
“Anxious, are we?” Munky then managed to rub his leg against Jon’s ankle, sliding down his sock.
“More than ever. I’ve been sizing up this table for hours… how much did you say you weigh?”
Suddenly Fieldy leaned across the table, “Get to work slow asses!”
“You’re disappointing your fans, Jon. Pay attention.” Munky added sarcastically.
“You’ll be getting off soon, so in the mean time shut the fuck up.” Fieldy shot back, sounding exhausted.
Jonathan, with the most devious grin one could conjure up, replied: “You could say that again…
And again…
And again.”