Dec 10, 2008

The diary of Sadie Alvarez: Page 11


“Illusion is the first of all pleasures,”
-Oscar Wilde

The Doctor and I said our goodbyes and grabbed a cab out front.
Side note: Drinking and driving is unacceptable, in reality and in print.
The Doctor started kissing me in the cab. He is sexy but I feel no sparks and my mind starts to wander:
I wonder how many couples a day make out in the back of this guys cab? He should really keep track; I know the Census doesn’t. I wonder if he watches. I bet he does, I would. Cab drivers must be the horniest people in the work force. I wonder if The Doctor will think I’m strange if I eat after we have sex. Fuck I’m starving! I think I have some left over pizza in the fridge. No wait, I ate that yesterday…
We pull up to my building and he pays the cab. I secretly wish we could have stopped at McDonalds.
“My roommates are probably in bed right now,” I said.
“You have roommates? What are they like?”
“Warped,” I said and opened the door.
We kissed all the way to my room. Its better to keep the mood going when all you can think of is cheeseburgers and horny cab drivers. Also, the living room looked like a war zone.
We pull each other’s clothes off as we made our way to my bed. I was lying on top of him, kissing him and something just didn’t feel right.
I pulled him on top of me and pressed my body hard against his. Okay, something is defiantly not right.
My phone rings. My get out of bed free call!
Side note: Everyone has had a get out of bed free call; you just may not call it that. A get out of bed free call is when a friend calls you after you leave with a guy. The friend is basically calling to give you an out, should you chose to take it. Even called by any other name, a get out of bed free call is essential.
“I’ll just be a second,” I said and pulled the covers aside. I looked down. My eyes widened in shock.
I grabbed my phone, threw on my housecoat and went into the bathroom.
“Max,” I said in my loud whisper voice.
“What’s wrong!” she asked, deeply concerned.
I take a deep breath.
“Uh...how can I say this….The Doctor, uh, doesn’t have a very big ‘practice’…..”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Why do you care abo-”
“Max! He has a very small practice, his PRACTICE is very SMALL!”
“OH! Shit, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like it before. What do I do?”
“Well, how far have you two gotten?”
Max! Clearly we’ve gotten pretty far,” I said. “We’ve already gotten to the ‘practice’ part!”
“Then sorry honey, your in too deep,” she said laughing. “You have to give me at least a half an hour time bracket to phone you.”
“Yeah, the cab driver was fast,” I said. “I think he was excited about something…”
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” I said. “Alright, well I’m going to go figure this out. I have some wine in the fridge.”
“Okay, but whatever you do, when you go back in there and get going, don’t ask him to put it in,” Max said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because chances are, its already in.”

The diary of Sadie Alvarez: Page 10


“Doing nothing is very hard… you never know when you’re finished.”
-Leslie Nielsen

“What are you in the mood for?” Max asked me while we waited for our server.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” I said.
“Fuck off Sadie, what do you want to drink?” she said laughing.
“Ceasers,” I said. “Mmm.”
“Great idea,” Max agreed. “So how did tonight go?”
“The interview went well, but the place was horrible to shoot in, I don’t know if I got one decent picture,” I said.
“I’m sure you did fine,” she reassured me. “Did they put on a good show?”
“Yeah, and something a little weird happened…” I hesitated for a second. Max raised her eyebrows.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Well, I think I’ve developed a little crush on their manager, Kyle.”
“Oh, so by weird you meant completely fucking insane?” Max said laughing.
“Precisely,” I said.
“Sadie, I know you. You’d never fuck a source,” she said kindly.
“I know, I would never want to compromise my ethics.”
“But you know, once the story is published…” Her voice trailed off.
“Not happening,” I assured her.
The waitress arrived at our table.
“What can I get you ladies?” she asked in her perky server’s voice that surely turned sensual when she was serving a table of men.
“You have class tomorrow?” Max asked me.
“Nope, and I don’t work until five.”
She turned to the waitress.
“We will have two Ceasers and two shots of Tequila.”
The waitress soon returned with our drinks, and after that she returned with many more. I sat back in my seat and put my hands on my head.
“I need something to take my find of that gorgeous band manager,” I said.
“How about that?” Max asked.
I turned and looked at where she was pointing. An equally gorgeous guy was out on the dance floor with a big group of friends.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” I said, nodding.
“Why don’t you bring sexy Sadie the pick-up artist out of retirement?”
I smiled and took a sip of my drink.
“Lets see what I can do,” I said getting out of my seat.
It didn’t take me too long to get to him, the dance floor wasn’t that busy yet. I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned. I smiled.
“Hi,” I said. “I just wanted to let you know that if you get tired, I’m sitting right up there.” I said, pointing to my table.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
I smiled my sexiest smile. Then I turned around and walked back to my table.
“And that’s how it’s done!” I proclaimed.
“I don’t get it, what did you do?” Max asked, clearly confused.
“Just give it a few seconds,” I assured her.
After what couldn’t have been more that thirty seconds, the gorgeous man from the dance floor and one of his male friends approached our table.
“Mind if I sit down?” the mystery man asked me with a smile.
“By all means,” I said.
We all got the introductions out of the way.
“So what do you do?” he asked me.
“I’m a print journalism student and I work at a media company. And you?”
“I’m a med student. On the weekends I work at a gym.”
Well would you look at this, I thought, we have a doctor in the house!
“Do you know what might cause some ones pee to turn neon yellow?” Max asked The Doctor.
I looked at her with an expression on my face that could only mean one thing: what the fuck?
“Well it most likely means that you have too high of a vitamin B intake,” The Doctor said. “Have you been taking any vitamin supplements?”
“That must be it,” Max said.
I shook my head. Great start.
After talking to The Doctor I discovered a few crucial things about him. He was very sweet, but he defiantly wasn’t my type. I don’t really know what my type is, but I know what it isn’t.
He is a year younger than me. That just won’t fly.
But he could be fun, just for one night at least.
“So is it safe to assume that you’re coming home with me tonight?” I asked him.
“Your very upfront Sadie,” he said.
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
“No, it’s refreshing. Every girl I meet wants to marry me,” he said. That’s because you’re a doctor dumb ass, I couldn’t help but think. “You seem like the type of woman who gets what she wants.”
Oh you poor Doctor, I thought. If that were the case I’d be in bed with the sexy band manager.
“So are you going to answer my question or what?” I asked.
“Lets get out of here,” he said.

The diary of Sadie Alvarez: Page 9


“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain,”
-Trenchtown Rock,
Bob Marley

After a quick shower, I changed and gathered my things.
Tape recorder, tapes, pens, pencils and reporters notebooks.
Nikon D80 and external flash.
Rechargeable batteries, flashlight and memory cards.
Good to go.
I decided to wear a knee length black dress with a Champaign coloured silk camisole on top. The event itself was a formal affair. After playing with my hair for a while I decided to leave it down. Down, long, shiny and brown. You never know who you might meet.
The show was taking place at an upscale hotel. It was some corporate private party for all the big wigs. A watering hole for the social climbers.
I was supposed to meet the band manager, Kyle, in front of the hotel. As I walked up the only person I saw was a very attractive man with a buttoned down shirt and tie standing alone by the door. Not who I had pictured, so I decided to call the number he had given me.
I heard a phone ringing right beside me and realized the good-looking man was the Kyle I was looking for.
“Uh, hi,” I said to him awkwardly. “I think I’m calling you.”
He laughed.
“Looks like it. You must be Sadie. I’m Kyle,” he extended his hand. I took it, oh God I wanted to take it all.
“So Kyle, are you ready to do this?” I asked.
“The guys are upstairs waiting, they are very anxious to be interviewed. Its their first time.”
“Mine too,” I joked and we headed into the hotel.
Inside the place was unbelievable. Chandleries hung down with glowing crystals that traced small rainbows along the walls. The people surrounding us were in ball gowns and full tuxedoes. Kyle and I stuck out like sore thumbs in our half-hap outfits.
I met the band and they were great, easy to interview and eager to answer questions. It was hard not to glance at Kyle out of the corner of my eye. He was gorgeous with his big blue eyes (I’m a sucker for blue eyes, I think its because mine are brown) and gorgeous smile. He had dark hair and a thick beard. And through his thin, white shirt I could see his arms were full of tattoos. A Rock ‘n’ Roll boy… my favourite.
I finished up my interviewing and we all went down to the stage. This has always been my favourite part; watch the show and take the pictures. To think one day I’ll get paid for this.
“Would it be alright with you if I put my purse on the back of the stage?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you,” I said and went to work.
Kyle stood off to the side of the stage as I moved around the front taking pictures. I was forced to use direct flash because the ceiling was so high, but the band seemed to be fine with it. The show was great and when it was over I walked around the stage and stood beside Kyle.
“Not bad my friend, not bad at all,” I said.
“Yeah, you should see them when their not forced to sing Mr. Jones,” he said.
I laughed. He’s funny too, I thought. Then an alarm went off in my head. Don’t mess around with a work guy. Got it.
“Well thanks so much,” I said quickly, packing up my camera. “I should go now though, but I’ll call you to fact check.”
“Hey, why don’t you stay for a drink or two?” Kyle asked. “A beer costs eight dollars, but its on me,” he added.
I thought for a second… Bad idea.
“I’m sorry Kyle, but I don’t drink and work.”
“You’re done working, so what’s the big deal?”
Technically he is right… Bad idea.
“I really can’t, not that I don’t want to. We go to press tomorrow so I have a strict copy deadline,” I explained. I was lying, clearly.
“Alright, well some other time maybe. So if you go to press tomorrow, when are you going to call me to fact check?”
He was a slick one.
“Uh, tomorrow.” I answered.
“Well I’ll talk to you tomorrow then,” he said with a sly smile.
That bastard knows why I can’t stay and have a drink. That smile tells it all.
“Talk to you tomorrow,” I said and turned quickly to leave.
On my way back to my car I cursed myself for being so obvious. When I’m feeling something, I wear it on my face. Clearly he’s attractive. But I’m just a journalism student covering a show. That’s all.
As I approach my car my phone rings making me jump. I looked at the screen. Kyle.
He must be attracted to me too! No, no, bad idea! I’m just going to have to tell him that I could never sleep with a source.
“Hello,” I said slowly.
“Hi Sadie, uh, yeah, you need to come back here...”
“Listen Kyle, I really can’t stay out late, seriously, I’m sorry,” I said quickly.
“Sadie,” Kyle said laughing. “You forgot your purse.”
I went silent for a moment.
“Oh shit, I’ll be right back!” I said and turned back toward the hotel.
Ben was waiting for me at the front entrance. Smiling.
“Thank you so much, I completely forgot,” I said. “I guess I would have discovered it was gone when I tried to start my car.”
He handed me my purse. My heart pounded loudly.
“Not a problem Sadie, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he said with an even bigger smile.
He is laughing at me inside of his head right now, I thought.
“Yes, tomorrow,” I said and turned around to leave. I got inside my car and took a deep breath. Obviously this isn’t the first good-looking man I’ve ever seen. But he was something, that’s for sure.
I grabbed my phone and called Max.
“Hello, hello!” she said when she picked up.
“Hello, hello! Drinks? Yes?” I asked.
“Yes please. It’s Wednesday, you know where to meet me.”
I laughed. “Alright, be there in 20.”