The Rhythm and the Soul

The Rhythm and the Soul

By

Erin Drello

Tyler sat quietly with his guitar in his lap watching Jesse run around in circles aimlessly.

“God, answer the fucking phone. Why won’t you answer the phone?” Jesse yells into her cell phone

Tyler leans over and snorts another line of cocaine off the small mirror sitting on the coffee table.

“Baby, quit freaking out and sit down and talk to me please…   Who are you trying to call anyways?” Tyler asks while he strums the guitar gently.  Waiting for her answer he takes a long pull off of his whiskey drink that sat sweating on the table.  Tyler gets up from the couch tossing his guitar down clunking the heels of his boots across the hard wood floors.

“Babe, why are you so upset with me, this is your birthday we are supposed to be having fun.”  Tyler’s voice gets louder while Jesse proceeds to dial a number over and over on her phone. 

“Why the fuck are you calling Barry any ways?” Quickly he snatches the phone from her.

“Gimme back my phone Tyler.”

“No, not until you sit down and relax a little bit and tell me what the hell is going on with you tonight, Stop!”   Tyler says resisting Jesse’s advances to grab her phone out of his hand