Author: marlytheadoptee

Tues 18^th Oct:

 

Beep…beep…

“Ugh…” I reached out of my sheets and shut off my alarm.  Rubbing sleep from my eyes I wandered into my bathroom and leaning over the sink I turned the tap on and splashed water on my face to wake myself up.  When I walked back into my room I checked the clock:  6:30 AM.  I had an hour before I had to pick Cassie up.   Sarah, Carly and Megan were finding their own way to the Swamp.  As I got ready I hit play on my CD player and smiled slightly at the song that started to play.

 

This is who I am

And this is what I like

GC, Sum and Blink and MxPx

Are rocking my room…

 

As the song played in the background, I pulled on my black ¾ length pants and my black Chinese Zodiac T-shirt (I’m the Year of the Ox).  I quickly slipped my feet in my sneakers and as I was still tying the laces I grabbed my bag, which I had organized last night, and I dashed upstairs to have my coffee and toast.

 

Two Hours Later

The Entertainment Centre

 

[Pierre’s P.O.V.]

 

“What do you think the girls who’ll be hanging with us will be like?” David was badgering Chuck as we sat in one of the backstage dressing rooms at the venue we were playing.

“Probably just like any other fans,” I muttered bitterly.  All groupie chicks were the same, and for some odd reason, they always seemed attracted to David or me.  David I could understand; if I were a chick I would seriously dig him.  But me?  I didn’t consider myself that attractive.  Still, the girls were always screaming at the shows, ‘Pierre, we love you!’  The other thing is that most of the fans are underage…ten years younger often enough.  So, needless to say, I wasn’t enthusiastic about meeting the fans that would be spending time with us the whole time we were here.  Granted I would end up enjoying myself because I always managed to; but you get what I mean. 

“Come on, Pierre…they should have arrived by now…let’s go find them.”  Chuck grabbed my arm and tugged me to my feet.  I grumbled inaudibly at his back as he almost skipped from the room.  Why the hell does he have to be so cheerful all the time?

I followed after my best friend and we made our way to the entrance foyer.

“Well, where are they, Comeau?” I arched an eyebrow at him.  Before he could reply though a bespectacled Asian girl who looked to be around twenty waved to us.  She was speaking into a cell phone as she approached us and we couldn’t help to overhear her conversation. 

“What?  Are you serious…I get to hang with the team after the game?  Ben, you are the greatest!  What…Josh has a crush on me…do you really think you should be telling me that…haha…you’re not joking…God…” The girl went a nice shade of pink and held her hand up to us to hold on for a moment.  “I have to go…the guys from the band just appeared…yeah, Simple Plan…yes…my favourite band…no, don’t worry…I really ‘want’ Josh…haha…yes, see you at the game.” 

She switched her phone off and finally turned her attention to us.

“Sorry about that, I’m Marly.” She held a hand out to us.  Chuck grasped it and smiled.

“Chuck…and this is Pierre.”

Marly nodded slightly.  “The others are outside.  It’s warmer out there.”

I couldn’t resist asking what she was doing here…because I was still in a bad mood.

“Uh…are you one of the fans who are hanging with us?” 

She glanced curiously at me, obviously sensing my mood.

“Yes, I am…but I’m also one of your guides while you’re here in Townsville.”

Chuck nodded then said to me, “I’ll go get the others…go with her.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes.  Why do I have to be the one to…ah…f*** it.  I glanced at Marly and pasted on a fake smile.  She didn’t seem to notice; not that I cared.

“Lead the way,” I muttered unenthusiastically.   She blinked behind her glasses then turned to walk ahead of me.  As I walked behind her I couldn’t help but think there was something different about her.  And then I realized what it was.  She didn’t throw herself at me…or look like she was going to faint…or go all hyper…She appeared calm and as if she had all her wits about her.  Not like other fans at all.  Still it could be a delayed reaction…don’t get your hopes up, Bouvier…she’ll probably turn out like any other fan at the concerts.  I’d never known any fan that wouldn’t get star-struck over at least one of us…and that isn’t bigheadedness on my part; it’s just a fact. 

Marly glanced back at me and fell back in step with me.

“So, how are you liking Townsville so far?”

“We just got here this morning, on a really early flight…so, haven’t really seen much of it,” I replied with a shrug.  Her eyes narrowed in thought behind her glasses.

“You don’t really want to be here, do you?”

Very observant of you… “It’s not one of the big cities…”

Marly laughed.  “There’s this big unofficial battle going on between Cairns and here…because we both want to be the capital of North Queensland…oh and we North Queenslanders want to be a separate state as well…but that’ll never happen.  Still, just because this isn’t a big place…I like it like that.”

I snorted in derision.  “I guess you’ve never lived in a big city then.”

She glared at me and stopped walking.

“I live in Melbourne for eight years, Pierre.  Don’t assume anything, okay?  We Townsvillians are extremely proud of our city.” 

I’d offended her and that made me feel like crap.  I started mentally kicking myself.  Just because you don’t want to be doing this doesn’t mean you should take it out on other people, Bouvier…

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

Marly chuckled and brushed my apology aside.  “No, you meant it…but don’t worry…I get that all the time.”

She looked over to a set of table and chairs where four people were sitting and talking.  She went over as I followed close behind.  I hung back slightly, as she spoke to them, and I studied each one thoughtfully.  The eldest one there was in a wheelchair and appeared to be in her early 30’s.  She had boyish sandy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.  Then there was a girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.  The girl Marly was talking to had long mouse brown hair and the other one who was sitting by herself had shorter brown hair.  Those three looked to be about the same age as Marly.  They were all dressed similarly as well, obviously to stave off the heat.  T-shirts and shorts, or in Marly’s case, ¾ length pants. 

Just at that moment as Marly turned to motion to me, Chuck arrived with the others.  I knew then that chaos would ensue.

 

[End Pierre’s P.O.V.]

I added a ‘site’ to my site list.  It’s the aussie thread on SPO.comBoards

 

 

1. Get to the concert venue early
2. support the band
3. Bring a camera!
4. Get plenty of rest the night before. You don’t want to be tired before the show even starts.
5. Be prepared to have a fantastic night…and never worry if you can’t see perfectly cos it’s about the atmosphere
6. If you’re far back…take binoculars…you know those small ones you can fit in a carry bag
7. If you see the guys dont be afraid to go up and talk to them
8.Bring a Permenant Marker!
9. Bring something to sign just in case
10.  Don’t forget to scream…lol 

i’ll add more

 

Mon 17^th Oct

JCU

 

“Well, I’ll see you again next Monday, Marly.”  Professor Richard Pearson smiled as we walked out of his office.

“Thanks, Richard.  Have a good week.”  The professors at our university are very laid back, they like us to call them by their first names.  The other day in lectures I almost burst out laughing when one of the American students called out to Richard, ‘Professor Pearson!’  We parted ways.  I think he went to Rococo’s; I headed over to Cassie’s place.  Putting my headphones on I put my player on shuffle as I strolled past the Refect.  I hesitated at the ‘In’ door wondering if I should get something to eat; then I decided I’d probably be able to grab a cookie from Cassie and I continued on my way, humming along to BSB’s ‘Incomplete’. 

When I arrived at the Town House and knocked on her door Cassie opened it almost at exactly the same time so I ended up looking like a dork knocking at the air.

“Hey,” she smiled, “I thought you’d be here soon.  How was Richard?”

“He was in good form today; we went over the details of the project and he said I didn’t have to start on it till next week, but I have some reading to do.”

“Project?”

“Yes, didn’t I tell you?  I’m doing that Project’s in Animal Behaviour subject.  It’s a third year mini-research course.” I informed her.  She laughed.

“I forgot about that.  Heh, do you want a Coke?”

“Yeah, thanks.”  I opened her fridge and took out two cans offering one to Cassie.  “So, what are you doing?”

“I was checking to see who’s playing the Grand Final on Wednesday night.”

“It’s the Cowboys versus the Bulldogs.” I promptly supplied her with the score of the game on Saturday.  The final score had been 56-16; Jonathan Thurston had got the conversion. 

“Hey, Cass,” I thought of something then, “will we be taking the Simple Plan guys to the game?”

“Yes, that’s one of the events I’ve organized with management that they’ll get to go to.”

“Cool…God, I can’t wait…one sleep and…ah…” I sat on the edge of her bed.  Just the thought of meeting them was mind-boggling.  I wasn’t sure how I’d react tomorrow; hopefully I wouldn’t make a fool of myself. 

“Excited?” Cassie glanced over at me.

“Very…almost to the point that I feel sick to the stomach…but knowing me I’ll be absolutely fine tomorrow.”  I smoothed out the wrinkles of the blanket on the bed and then rubbed my hand on my pants absently.

“You should have an early night,” she suggested.  I nodded in agreement; then I changed the subject.

“You doing any marine subjects this semester?”

“Yes, I’m doing…the benthic marine one, aren’t you doing that as well?”

For the next few hours we chatted about classes, until I checked the clock: 4:00 PM; I had to get home. 

“See you tomorrow; I’ll pick you up and we’ll head down to the Swamp.”

 

I arrived home, hung my car keys on the hook and made my way to my bedroom.  I flopped down on my bed and stared at the posters on my wall:  Four Simple Plan, two of Pierre Bouvier, one Good Charlotte one.  I chuckled to myself then grabbed my CD player and pressed it on allowing the chords of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons wash over me. 

I added a new photo albuym with pics of my cousins and my brother and me

 

and here’s a pic of the visitors from canada with our family

Sat 15^th Oct

Dairy Farmers’ Stadium

 

I waved our Cowboys’ flag above my head and yelled loudly as Matt Bowen scored the fifth try of the second half.  The Cowboys were flogging the Broncos by a huge amount.  Mum had to duck as I was waving it so hard.

“Watch out there,” she laughed. 

“Sorry, Mum…it’s just so exciting…if they win they go to the Grand Final!”

As the Broncos started the kick off for the sixth time in a row I felt my stomach rumble.

“I’m going to grab some food, be right back.”

I jumped up and wound my way through the throngs of Cowboy fans and found my way to the stall where Megan was selling hot food.

“Hey, I’ll have a pie…God, it’s crazy around here.”

“How’s the game?” Megan asked as she gave me my change and then served the next person behind me.

“Mattie Bowen scored another try…and it sounds like they just got another one,” I said as the crowd let out a massive collective roar. 

My friend chuckled, “Sure does.  Hehe…Grand Final…here we come…”

I grinned and took a big bite out of my meat pie.  Nothing ever beat a good hot Aussie Pie.  As I stood there I raised an eyebrow slightly as I recognized the next customer.  It was Josh Hannay, Cowboy goal kicker.

“Hey, Josh?  Got another injury?” I quipped.  He glanced over at me.

“Yeah, resting it up for the big game.”

“You sound confident.”

“Yeah…you see out there?  We’re way ahead of the Broncos.”

I smiled at that and nodded.  “Well, good luck.”

“Thanks…oh, I’ll have 4 pies please,” he said to a slightly bemused Megan.  I laughed inwardly to myself and watched as he took the four pies she handed him, thanked her and wandered off. 

“Well, I’m going back to watch the game, text me when you’re finished.”  I waved back to her as I set off back to my seats where my family was.  I arrived just in time for a try by Paul Bowman that was set up by Matt Bowen, no surprises there.  I screamed and cheered as loud as everyone else.  I glanced toward the clock.  Five more minutes.  I glanced at the scoreboard and grinned.  50 – 16.  There was no hope now for the Broncos. 

One minute…and Matt got an intercept.  Oh my God…

“GO, MATT, GO!!!” I was literally jumping up and down.  There was nobody in front of him or blocking him.  The Broncos have finally gone home…30 seconds…Matt ran across the try line and came back placing the ball down on the ground just as the full time buzzer sounded.  It was like an explosion had gone off in the stadium.  I grabbed Mum and we jumped up and down screaming like little kids. 

“Cowdies are going to the Grand Final!” I screamed in excitement.  “I can’t believe it…” The rest of the fans were yelling and screaming and generally just getting excited.  The usually sedate walk around the stadium by the Cowboys was a full on jog as they waved to us and jumped up and down and punched the air in victory.  They were definitely as excited as we fans were. 

I felt my mobile vibrating in my pocket and pulled it out and cupped my hand over my ear so I could hear.

“Marlz…they WON, they WON!”  Megan’s voice squealed out of the phone.

I laughed, “Yeah, I know…it’s so good…look I’ll come down to the entrance to see you.  It’ll be easier to talk.” I turned to my Mum.  “Mum, I’m going to go meet Megan, I’ll see you at the car soon.”

She nodded as I made a dash for the exit before I got run over by the rest of the crowd.  I cast around until I found Megan and went to join her.

“Grand Final…HERE WE COME!” I screamed loudly as I met her halfway.  She grinned widely unable to respond she was so happy.  She jumped up and down a few times and then said, “Yeah…and it’ll be here at Dairy Farmers’ too…not in Sydney.  Haha…sucks to be them.”

For the next few minutes we continued jumping and just yelling out to random people sharing in our excitement.  Several Broncos fans walked past and shot looks of disgust at us.  Megan and I were too happy to care.  I glanced at the clock on my phone then.

“Oh, got to go…if I don’t see you before Tuesday…I’ll see you, Tuesday.”

Megan laughed and waved as I weaved my way out to the car park just in time to see my family waiting for me in the car.  I jumped in just as Dad pulled out and we headed home.

Tues 11^th Oct 2005

Townsville Australia

James Cook University

 

“Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to Marly…

Happy Birthday to you!

 

Three cheers…”

 

Today I turned 20.  I’m no longer a teenager; I’m in that limbo stage between adolescence and adulthood.  Carly called it our tween year.  We were at Cassie’s place on campus celebrating my birthday during my five-hour break between lectures.  Yes it was a Uni day, worse luck.  Everybody was packed into the small common room and James already had chocolate mud cake smeared across his top lip.

“Hey, you given her the big present yet?” he said with a mouthful of cake.  I was a bit surprised that I could understand him.

“Big?  I don’t see any big gifts…” I was confused.

“Well, it’s not big as in size big,” Carly tried to explain.  “It’s big as in it’s err…big.”

I laughed as Megan added, “It could’ve been size big if you’d given it to me to wrap.”

“She’d be here all day if we let you wrap it,” Sarah joked as she picked up an envelope from the table and handed it to me.  I weighed it in my hand; it was light.  I turned it over a few times studying it.

“Open it already…” James prompted impatiently.  I grinned and slowly opened it not even ripping it a tiny bit in the process.  Once I had it open I pulled out the slip of notepaper inside.  I read it quickly then peered inside and pulled out four tickets.  I turned them over and my eyes widened in astonishment.  They were tickets to the Simple Plan concert here in Townsville at the Entertainment Centre.  Since when did their tour include our pokey little city?  Well, okay…we’re bigger than Geelong…we have 150,000 people…but…anyways.   I blinked hard.

“Are you guys for real?”  I looked at them all quizzically.

Cassie replied for all of them.

“We bugged management at the Entertainment Centre months ago and somehow they managed to convince the band management to bring a show to Townsville.  Anyway, there’s more in there.”  She indicated the envelope; I frowned and dipped my fingers into it and pulled out four ID sized cards…backstage passes.  This isn’t happening…my friends all knew I was a massive fan of Simple Plan but I never thought they’d do something like this for me.  I mean it wasn’t like it was my 21^st or something. 

“Pinch me,” I muttered.  James made to do just that, right on my butt.  “Ouch…not there!”

He laughed; I slapped him.

“Oh, there’s one more thing,” Sarah interrupted James and I just as we had proceeded to try and out slap each other.

“What’s that?”

“We get to show them around Townsville, for the whole five days they’re here.”

I was dumbstruck.  I wanted to ask how they’d managed that but I couldn’t trust my voice.  I needn’t have worried.  Cassie did the explaining for me.

“I told management at the Swamp (i.e. the Entertainment Centre) that I’d shown celebrities and dignitaries around in Brisbane when I lived there and that even though I’m in my chair some of the time I’m still capable of being a competent guide.”
”Yeah, and we get to help,” Sarah grinned. 

“So…” I finally found my voice.  “When is this exactly?”

“A week. Day before the NRL Grand Final.”

“Which the Cowboys will be playing,” Megan added slyly.

“You wish,” Carly laughed.

“No, they have a good chance,” I shot back defensively not registering what Sarah had said to me; at least not for a few minutes.  And then:

“A week?  God…And I thought the only interesting, fun thing next week would be the Grand Final…wow…that is so soon.  You guys are the best!”

They each gave me a hug and then Megan glanced over at me a question in her eyes.

“Are you going to the Grand Final?”

“If it’s here, I will.  Uh, when do we find out if the Cowboys are in or not?” I scratched my arm absently. 

“Saturday, once the last Qualifying rounds are played.  If they win this weekend they’re in.”

“Don’t you think it’s odd that the game’s being played on a Wednesday?” James scowled.

“State of Origin is played on Wednesdays,” Cassie pointed out.  That shut him up along with the second slice of cake I thrust in his hand. 

We lapsed into a heated argument about who we thought would get into the Grand Final.  As you can probably tell I’m a huge fan of Rugby League as are the rest of my friends and we were gearing up for the big game next week.  Anyway after awhile Carly and I had to get back to class.  I don’t think I concentrated for the rest of that day and when I got to bed that night I dreamed about the members of Simple Plan playing rugby in the Cowboys’ colours.