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By Amanda Brogan
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But for now he was trying to catch a glimpse of the trolley that would take him to meet his band buddies at a nearby diner. All the various band members on the tour had planned for a 7:30 breakfast together that morning, and although Brendon was dog-tired, he didn’t want to be late. He knew that he shouldn’t have talked so long with the sound tech guys before heading for the hotel last night. He was jolted out of his heavy slumber that morning when the obnoxious ring of his cell-phone launched him out of bed and onto the carpeted floor. Still groggy, he quickly fished the cell-phone out of yesterday’s jeans pocket and flipped it open. It was the lead singer of one of the other bands.
“Hey Brendon, it’s Tony. Morning man!” Tony’s enthusiastic voice danced its way through the speaker. “Sleep well?”
Brendon groaned and stretched his phone-free arm, “Could use a little more of it, but I’m fine. What’s up with you?”
“Just remindin’ ya about our breakfast meet this morning. Thought you might try to doze on us! Ha! Ha! Sounds like I might’ve been right!”
Brendon peeked at his watch. “Opps! It’s seven twenty! Thanks Ton’, I’ll be dressed and over there in a flash!”
“Okay, just don’t hurt yourself! Zombies don’t function so well in the city.”
“Ha. Ha,” Brendon said dryly, “I’ll be right there.”
“Later!”
Now Brendon thought that Tony might have been right about zombies. He picked up his dragging pace when he spotted a string of passengers boarding a trolley at the end of the sidewalk. In his haste he bumped into a few fellow pedestrians.
“Opps! Sorry . . . excuse me! . . . I’m so sorry!”
After dodging a few more people on the crowded sidewalk, he made it to the trolley just before the driver closed the doors. What a relief! Maybe he’d get to the breakfast meet on time after all. Besides, the guys wouldn’t mind if he were a few minutes late. Now to find a seat. Usually he preferred standing, but in his currently exhausted state, he felt that his legs would soon melt beneath him. Glancing around, he found a spot next to an elderly man.
“Mind if I join you, sir?”
The man shot him a puzzled look, but then waved his hand to the seat beside him.
“Thanks!” Brendon gratefully plopped down next to the old man.
The man continued to look at him curiously.
“You got asthma, sonny?”
“Huh? No, I’m just a little out of breath from running to catch the trolley.”
“Oh. You got a prosthetic leg?”
Now Brendon was curious. Why was this man asking him such weird questions?
“No sir. Why?”
“Well,” he replied, “I was just tryin’ to figure out why a healthy-lookin’ kid like you is sitting in the handicapped section.”
Opps!
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The pacing in the last half was great--I did feel that the first few paragraphs were a bit bogged down with background and other details.
I've started a thread in the message boards specifically for Beginner and Intermediate writers, and I'd love to have you stop by. http://www.faithwriters.com/Boards/phpBB2/viewforum.php?f=67
Great application of this week's topic--I really enjoyed this.