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I was early -or how I met Caleb Followill	By : Roossmit Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kings of Leon Views: 1177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Kings of Leon, never met them, this is fiction and I don't make profit off of it.

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I got home, brushed my teeth, put my clothes in the laundry basket and fell on my bed. I was asleep in seconds. The next morning I woke to the sound of a text message. My friend, Piter (Dutch equivalent of Peter) was asking me how my exam went and why I wasn’t at our regular bar that evening. I quickly texted him that I went to a concert instead, and that it went quite good. I looked at the time: 11 am. I showered and had breakfast; I figured I had about an hour left before I had to go, so I cleaned my room and bathroom. Then, at 12:45 pm, I got on my bike. It was a clear blue sky and about 22 degrees Celsius (70 degrees Fahrenheit), I wore a blue skirt and a t-shirt. Would they be there? Would they all be there?

And there, in front of the old church, were they, all six of them: Jared, Matthew and Johanna, Nathan and Jessie, and Caleb. I got off my bike, hugged Johanna and Jessie, smiled at the boys and Caleb gave me a kiss on the cheek. The girls expressed their worry about walking on the street with famous celebrities. I laughed,

“Famous celebrities huh? Well, you may get the occasional request for an autograph of picture, but other than that, the Dutch are really down-to-earth. They don’t really see what’s special about a celebrity.”

Caleb looked at me suspiciously and said; “I still think you might begin to screech at some point.”

I laughed at him, “don’t worry, you’re not my favorite band. Well, it looks like you guys need a bike for today” I said with a big smile. This was going to be fun. We walked to the nearest bicycle rental shop and got them all traditional Dutch bikes. Caleb insisted on paying but I was quicker. And there we were, in front of the shop, when it came to me: could they even ride a bike?

“Sure we can,” said Jared, “we just haven’t done it since we were kids.”

It was hilarious, seeing five grown people struggle with something common as riding a bicycle. Johanna was actually surprisingly good at it, being a Brit and all. After a while, they got the hang of it, even in the busy Amsterdam traffic. We rode to the Rijksmuseum, with all the Dutch masters in it, and after that, I figured a trip to the Red Light District was essential. We locked our bikes to a bridge and walked down the Oudezijdse Voorburgwal. I strolled next to Caleb and he asked me why prostitution was legal, and drugs for that matter.

“Well, this way we can control it, “ I answered, “If you make it illegal, you can’t dictate rules. We make it legal, and make sure the prostitutes aren’t being forced and the drugs isn’t fake or bad.”

“Yes, but you’re approving somethin’ that is essentially bad for people.”

“We’re not approving drugs, we’re tolerating it. But prostitution is consensual sex, and there’s nothing wrong with that, as long as it’s consensual. We think the good that comes from the policies is more important than the obvious bad side of it.”

Jared involved himself in the discussion, “But you can’t call yourself a Christian if you approve abortion, gay marriage and euthanasia.”

I nodded, “Well, I believe in God, but do not call myself a Christian. I like some Christian values, and live by them, but not all, and I think everyone has the right to choose for himself which values to live by. And if the prostitutes want; the oldest church in Amsterdam is in the Red Light District.”

We cycled to the Dam Square and found a lunchroom close by. The boys ordered some coffee, and I warned them it would be a bit strong for their tastes.

“I need strong coffee to wake up.” Caleb said. I asked them how they started the band.

“Well, the label Nathan and I signed to wanted to put together a band for us, but instead we kind of dragged Matthew from his home and told his mom we would bring him back the next week. He played guitar as a kid, we figured he could do it then as well. Then we needed a bass player, and we had one brother left, so we gave him one and plucked him out of high school.”

I laughed, “And now you’re at the point you’re worried if you can walk down a normal street somewhere… ridiculous. You’ve lived all you life in Tennessee?”

“Well, that’s a whole ‘nother story, but Nathan, Jared and I grew up with our father bein’ a preacher. We travelled the Deep South for some time before our dad divorced and we settled in Nashville. I was 15 by then.”

What does a girl say to that? I settled with, “That, doesn’t sound too idyllic, what was it like?”

“We could do worse, you know. There’s always worse. And we’re doing quite well for ourselves now. How ‘bout you?”

“I grew up in a small town in the countryside in the north of the Netherlands, where people speak a different language and have a different culture. They’re very genuine and straight-forward, and quite proud of their little piece of Europe.”

“So, how many languages do you speak?”

I blushed, “Americans usually speak English and maybe Spanish, whereas here it’s normal to learn Dutch as first language, and then English, French en German. Because I’m from a different part of this country, I also speak Frisian, and I learned Spanish at high school.”

“Why do you have to learn that many languages?”

That made me smile; this was an entirely different perception caused by origin.

“Have you noticed the size of the Netherlands? If you go from the uppermost north village to the most south, you’d be there in 4 hours by car. Nobody learns Dutch, so we have to learn other languages.”

I don’t like to talk about myself that much, so I changed the subject.

“What would you have done if you hadn’t become a musician?”

“I’d probably had found some low-payin’ job somewhere, and make music, but nobody would be listenin’ to it. It’s a strange feeling, to be at a point where people come to see you play. To be in a position where so many people want to be. It’s stupid to say, but I’m livin’ the fuckin’ dream of many.”

I sent the guys to the coffeeshop next door, while Johanna and Jessie went shopping. We talked about how Jessie and Nathan met and I got the surprise of my life when Johanna and I were talking about music. She asked me what my favorite band was, and I answered: “Little Feat”. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for an answer, so she asked me my favorite present-day one.

“Arctic Monkeys”. And with that they both started smiling like they were crazy. They looked like lunatics.

“What? Why are you smiling?”

Jessie started to laugh, “What’s your favorite song?”

I was confused, “Fluorescent Adolescent.”

Johanna failed to speak at all, she was sitting on the ground laughing, and mumbling; “My stomach, can’t take it, hurts.” Meanwhile Jessie wasn’t even laughing anymore, she was just making some kind of horse sound. After the girls calmed down a bit, Jessie managed to bring out, “Ask Johanna. Ask Johanna about the Arctic Monkeys and Fluorescent Adolescent.”

Well, that sent Johanna into the next fit of laughter. Right. Finally, Johanna explained:

“Alex Turner is my ex-boyfriend.”

That had me catching flies.

“I co-wrote that song, we thought it up on vacation in France thinking about people at our old school.”

I was standing here with the creator –well, partially, at least- of Fluorescent Adolescent.

“Every time I listen that song I think about how great those lyrics are, what kind of genius the lyricist would have been. I gave those credits to Alex Turner, but you’ve been helping!”

Johanna smiled, “Thanks, that’s really nice.”

I was still shocked, and remained shocked throughout the day. The girls found some nice clothes, and at one store in the Jordaan, I found a beautiful deep red cocktail dress.

“Ohh, Caleb will love you in this!”

Johanna winked at me, “He’ll never be able to keep his hands off you, and he isn’t able to do that now.”

I really liked it, but when was I going to wear it? I asked this to Johanna and Jessie.

“Oh girl, that man is head over heels for you already, I’m sure he’ll want to take you out for dinner one of these days.”

“Really?” I decided to confess my fear to the girls, “I’m starting to like him, but I’m scared I’m the 60th or 160th girl on his list.”

Jessie put her arms around my shoulders.

“I’ve never seen him take a girl backstage, I’ve told you that. I’m sure he has had some one-night-stands, but haven’t we all? If you’re asking if he’s leading the rock ‘n roll lifestyle, then yes on the booze and drugs part, but not on the sex part.”

Johanna remarked, “Don’t underestimate the drugs and alcohol part though.”

I smiled at the girls, thanking them for their help, and bought the dress.
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