"Are you okay, Jaimie?" Carter asked from across the kitchen of our house.
"Why?" I said, not looking up.
"You look rather confused."
"I appear to have been invited to join a rock band," I murmured.
"What? Can I see?"
I handed him the letter and watched as he read it quickly. His face burst into a wide grin.
"Jaimie, this is wonderful news!" he squealed.
"Okay, okay, calm down. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you need to act it," I said, taking the letter back.
"Fuck off, Jaimie." He went back to washing the dishes. "Just because I don't sleep with men and women."
"Whatever," I mumbled. I stood up and turned to leave. "I'll be in my room."
"And what will you be doing in your room?" he asked suspiciously.
I stopped, turned around and held my hands up questioningly. "Replying. What else would I do in my room while you're in the house?"
I didn't wait for his reply, instead just walking up the stairs. Shutting my bedroom door behind me, I smiled at the girl from last night. She was just getting ready to leave.
"I had a nice time," she said quietly, showing me the smile that had made me bring her home.
"Me too," I said, smiling back.
"Bye," she said, waving as she left my room. I heard the front door shut downstairs.
"For fuck's sake, Jaimie!" Carter shouted to me.
"Whatever," I responded.
He was used to it and often made the remark that other people used our door more than we did.
I sat down at my desk, debating whether to reply in an email, or hand-writing it. Going for the easy way out, I turned my laptop on.
Dear Mr Olivers, was all I wrote before pausing, wondering how he'd heard of me. I mean, yeah, I'd done a couple of gigs throughout the years, seeing as I was a school drop out and didn't go to university. Then I continued the email. Thank you very much for your invitation and I would like to accept your offer of joining the band, yours faithfully, Jaimie Evans.
I may not have gone to university, but I did know how to write a formal letter. I looked at the small, tiny paragraph of writing on my computer screen, the cursor flashing at me incessantly, irritated that that was all I'd written. I shrugged and copied the email adress into the box, read over the email, and clicked 'send'.