Find Yourself Alone

 

 

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-1-

 

“OOOO! That song I was telling you about is on the radio."

 

I held the telephone up to the speaker as The Atari's' "In This Diary" made its way to Oklahoma.  As the last notes faded, I put the phone back up to my ear.  "Doesn't that remind you of the past two summers with a gang?"

Isaac laughed lightly and I could tell his eyes were focused on the wall, quietly reminiscing.  "Those were some good times."

There was a sudden knock at my apartment door and my 10-month old Bichon started barking profusely at it, then me.

"Hold on babe, there's someone at the door."

"Chandler still goes crazy, huh?"

"That's because he thinks it is you and gets excited."

I could tell his face reddened. "He does not."

I smiled, picked up my dog, and answered the door.  I quickly moved as my mother rushed past, dropping some documents on my end table.

"Come-a nanny." She gestured towards Chandler and he eagerly jumped into her arms. "Hey," she turned her attention back to me and then noticed I was on the phone. "Who are you talking to?"

"Isaac."

She smiled and got that look on her face… The one right before she asked, "So Isaac, when are you going to make me a grandmother?"

"Mother!"

Isaac laughed so hard on the other line that he dropped the phone and then quickly picked it back up again. "Whoa… Your mom is awesome."

I sighed. "Awesome isn't quite the word I'm looking for…" I turned back to my mom. "I swear you are the only mom in the world who WANTS their child to have sex and babies."

Isaac's deep voice came through. "I see no problem with that."

My face turned a lovely shade of pink that I could not hide from my mother.  "I don't know what he said, but I'm sure he agrees with me."

I decided to end that conversation. "Why are you here?"

She pointed to the once forgotten papers.  "I need you to jazz these up for me.  The 'Beach Party' at the bar is next week and we want to attract young people."

"It's a bar… How young do you want to go?"

She rolled her eyes and started to go out the door.  "You know what I mean."

"Hey, where are you going with my dog?"

She smiled and answered like I was stupid for asking. "Uh, outside?  Uncle Yi brought Sassy down and she wants to play with him."

I kissed the top of my dog's head and waved them out the door.  "Try not to get him too dirty, he just got a bath."

Isaac's voice met my ears again, this time in a slightly higher pitch.  "Gonna get dirrty…"

I laughed as I shut the door. "You are obsessed."

"HEY! Would you rather me like Christina or Britney?"

The thought boggled my mind.  "If you start liking Britney, I will seriously stop dating you."

His warm laugh greeted me as I plopped down on the couch.  "That's what I thought." A few moments of silence passed through us, and then it was broken.  "So what's going on with the party next weekend?"

"Oh, it’s just sort of an end of the year bash.  We're going to have a band and a DJ.  And it's… beach themed?"

"Yeah… Cause that Susquehanna River you got going on is so beachy. What, with the three-eyed fish and whatnot."

I rolled my eyes.  "You're just jealous… Tulsa doesn't even begin to compare to our toxic waters and mutilated sea life."

Isaac laughed and I heard another voice cut into the conversation.  "Hey Ike, we're getting ready to go.  You plan on playing or what?"

"Yeah Taylor, hold on." He turned his voice back to me.  "You know what that means."

I sighed.  I hated these short conversations.  But his time was demanding, and I knew and accepted that.  "Yeah… I wish you could come to the party.  I'll be bartending in a grass skirt and coconut bra!" I winced as the phone crashed to the floor.

"Why do you do that to me right before I go on stage?  Now I'll have this silly little smile on my face, and Taylor will openly mock me."

"Just telling you how it is, baby. But I understand that your fans are more important that my coconut-clad breasts…"

"I don't think anything is more important than that…"
I smiled and caught a glimpse of the clock.  "You better go… I don't want the guys to be mad at me."

He sighed and got up to stretch.  "Alright.  Hey, are you going to be busy around…" I could tell he was doing some mental math in his head.  "… 10:30?"

I grabbed the papers my mother dropped off.  "No, I'm going to be working on the flyers for awhile, but I'll still be up at that time… Why?"

"I was going to have Jessie call you so you could listen to your song."

My breath hitched in my throat and I sat back down.  "I would love that so much… Thank you."

He was beaming, I know it.  "Don't thank me; I'm just glad you like it."

"Oh Isaac Hanson, you have yet to disappoint me."

There was a loud banging on his end of the line.  Seconds later, Zac's mumbled voice interrupted our tender moment.

"Alright, now I really have to go… Jessie will be calling later tonight, and then I'll give you a call as soon as we're in the next city." He voice lowered a notch.  "I love you, Kalin.”

A warm sensation ran through my body and I suddenly felt like turning up the air conditioner.  "I love you too.  Have fun tonight."

"Always. Talk to you soon."

Our mutual goodbyes faded and I was left with the anticipation of hearing his sauntering voice in mere hours.

 

 

 

 

 

-2-

 

 

My coconut bra was not co-operating and it was starting to piss me off. “Don’t these come in half sizes?”

 

My brother, Christopher, looked up from my guitar he was currently strumming.  “What? Like nearly ‘A’?” He looked back down at the strings.  “This is seriously out of tune.”

 

I turned to look at him.  “How ‘bout you stop criticizing my breasts and tune it?”

 

He reached over and grabbed a mini Mint Milano cookie from the table.  “What do you give me?”

 

“Uh, those cookies you keep plopping in your mouth and a place to stay for the night?”

 

He scratched his head then ate another cookie.  “Oh yeah.”

 

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the mirror, suddenly catching my reflection.  His words momentarily made me self-conscience.  “Are my breasts really small?”

 

I spun around as I heard a loud clash of noise.  My guitar laid on the ground, his mouth hung open.

 

“The fact that you just asked me, your brother, to stare at your breasts and grade them… Knowing full well, no matter what answer I give you I’m either a jerk or a pervert…”

 

“Humor me.”

 

He dropped another cookie in his mouth and answered now like it was no big deal. “They’re nice.”

 

I smiled, my confidence restored. “Pervert.”

 

He just nodded like it was common knowledge.  “Too bad your lover couldn’t be here to see you.”

 

My heart dropped at the thought of Isaac.  Damn Chris for bringing him up.  “That was a low blow.  You know, maybe you don’t need to stay here tonight.”

 

“Actually… now that you mention it… for the second time, I probably won’t be staying anyway… If things go right for me.”

 

I whipped around. “Oh, so in guy language that means ‘Katie is coming tonight and I’m going to get laid’?”

 

He gave me a toothy smile.  “You better believe it.”

 

“Fine, I’ll just walk home to my dog.”

 

He coughed again.  “Uh… Didn’t Mom tell you?”

 

I was becoming aggravated with his surprises. “Now what?”

 

“Well, you know Dad never stays late at these things long.  So when he leaves, he’s gonna come over and get him and take him up to the house.”  He could tell I didn’t understand the logic to it all.  Kal, you’re not getting home until four in the morning; do you really want to wake Chandler up?”

 

Hearing his name spoken, Chandler bounded over and plopped down beside Chris and stared up at him.

 

Christopher gently tickled him behind his ears.  “God, I love this dog.”

 

I smiled and handed him his leash.  “If you love him, you’ll walk him so I can finish getting ready.”

 

Without any hesitation, he took the leash and they both exited my apartment.

 

I looked back to my reflection and fiddled with the damned coconuts again.

 

“Ike likes my boobs.”

 

 

 

-3-

 

 

 

When I walked the twenty foot distance from my apartment to the bar, the opening band, Some Devil, was just finishing set up.

 

My mother was behind the bar serving the many who were already seated.

 

“Hey, I thought you weren’t serving tonight? That’s why I’m wearing these, aren’t I?” I pointed to the plastic that was chaffing my chest.

 

She smiled and sat down at the “bartender’s seat.”  “Well, we’re going to be a little short staffed until about ten.”

 

“What do you mean?” I looked over and saw Tessa tapping a Coors.  I also noticed none of the other girls were there.  “Where are Audrey and Rebecca?”

 

“Oh, they walked out a few days ago, sweetie.  Saying something about ‘This is no Coyote Ugly’ or something like that… I don’t really know what that means…”

 

I suddenly became panicked.  “Mom… why didn’t you tell me sooner so I could find some people to help out.”

 

She smiled and gently tugged my earlobe.  “Honey, I’ve got it all taken care of.  Now, I’m going to help you if its get busy then I have some help coming around ten.”

 

Tessa came over and planted a kiss on my cheek.  A few of the veteran drinkers whistled.  She looked down at my skirt.

 

“No grass?”

 

I looked down at my black satin sarong, which replaced the almost forgotten grass skirt.  “Nah, it kept tickling my legs. I didn’t like it.”

 

“Well your eye make up is fabulous, I must say.”

 

I smiled and watched her grass skirt float as she left to wait on a newcomer.  I looked up and saw Some Devil was getting ready to begin.  “How long are they playing?  Until ten?”

 

9:30 now.”

 

“Why are all these things changing on me?  Doesn’t anyone like to keep my informed?” She bit her lip, and I knew that was her way of hiding something from me. “What?”

She got up and busied herself at the sink, cleaning beer residue glasses.  “Oh mother, you can not keep a secret.  Tell me.”

 

She only shook her head, and then sighed in relief when someone signaled her that they wanted a refill.

 

I noticed the bar was getting fuller, so I gave up and started serving the forever thirsty crowd. I lost complete track of time and it wasn’t until I no longer heard the band play that I looked up and saw the Miller Light clock read 9:20.

 

I was in the middle of making a Virgin Suicide when I felt a grip on my shoulder.  I turned around slowly, careful to visually measure the amount of alcohol going into the glass.  When my eyes met with the owner of the hand, the glass fell to the floor and shattered.

 

Taylor!”

 

Behold my heart, Taylor Hanson stood there, dressed in a paper grass skirt, sandals, a lay and the finishing touch, the coveted coconuts. (And it kills me to admit he looks foxier that me.)

 

“We came to your rescue.”

 

I threw my arms around him and only let go when I saw Zac standing behind him.  He came up and pushed Taylor out of the way.  I saw he was wearing pretty much the same outfit, minus the skirt.  He instead wore cargo khakis.   Again, I am reminded how undeniably gorgeous they are.

 

Words finally came to my lips.  “When? How?”

 

Zac just smiled and hugged me.  “Ike called your apartment a few days ago, apparently you were at work.  But your mom was there taking Chandler out so she picked up and they started talking.  She mentioned she had to try to find last minute bartenders… and well, here we are.”

 

I smiled and almost became emotional. Almost.  “Not that I’m not insanely happy to see you.  But where is the object of my affection?”

 

They stared at each other, then Zac looked at the ground and Taylor turned towards me.

 

“Um… he’s kind of… busy.”

 

My heart literally got tangled in my smaller intestines.  Zac saw the devastated look on my face and placed his hands on my shoulders, then turned me towards the stage.

 

There, looking nothing less than perfect, was the reason for which I breathe.  And he was currently stealing all my air.