I’m Back and Better Equiped

I’m back from the US which means house-guest is my priority Also since the exchange rate is approx. £1 to $2 i had alot of money - so i bought sims 2 happy holiday stuff and sims 2 celebrations stuff i plan to have house-guest finished by christmas and if i do im gonna throw a big bash with the characters not unlike what Shana did once (http://sims.silvertuesday.com/?p=211)

USA

It’s summer time and im heading to California for 18 days, and i get back on the 15th, so dont expect an update for a while. Thank you for readign it so far though, and i hope when i get back you’re all still here.

The House Guest pt. 9

It was one o’clock at Eric’s, Phil’s friend, house. It was finally Saturday, the band auditions. Phil had been waiting for this moment since him and Eric had decided on it. Phil anxiously looked out the window. He was relived that there were a fair few people lined up. Phil sighed, and looked at Eric.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready,” replied Eric with a grin.

He proceeded to open the front door. Immediately the line of people game him there utmost attention. Having everyone staring at him at once seemed to knock Eric off his guard slightly.

“OK, you’ll be performing one song each, and we’ll decide between me and Phil who we think is he best, and then we’ll get back to you. So will the first person please come through?”
Phil felt like a judge from Sim Idol sat behind the table with Eric, watching as the first person came into the room and picked up the bass.
“Name?” asked Phil.
“Hi I’m Carter. I’m playing the bass of California, by Phantom Planet.”

And so the auditions began. Though at first Phil and Eric were confident they’d find a bassist, they realised how terrible some of the people were. Phil wasn’t the type of person to call someone terrible at something, but some of the people had blatantly thought that it would be an easy audition.



There were only two people left, and Phil’s face fell when he saw the second to last person. He looked like, some sort of reject goth.

And when he started playing, Phil couldn’t help but cover his ears.


He had to think of something to stop him, but didn’t want him to go into some rage which he looked perfectly capable of pulling. Fortunately, Eric thought of something first.

“Woah, woah, woah! Wow, that’s awesome dude! I’ll errr, be calling you ASAP.”
Eric grinned at the man as he walked out of his house.

“Oh my God that’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard!” said Phil.

“Yeah, I think I might ‘accidentally’ lose his number…” replied Eric.
“Well, one guy left,” said Phil, dreading what might the final audition might sound like.

“Hi I’m Kirk and I’m playing the bass of Exo-Politics, by Muse.”

“A tough one,” muttered Eric to Phil, who silently agreed.



Three minutes and fifty-five seconds later, Phil and Eric were staring at Kirk, their eyes wide.
“So I did good?” he asked, grinning slightly at the faces of the two judges.

“Oh you did good,” replied Phil.
“Dude that was freakin’ awesome. You should hear some of the people that have been in hear today!”
The three men laughed.
“Well, welcome to the band then! You gotta come sit here and help us judge the singers.”
It took a little while for this to sink in for Kirk. Then he covered his mouth in shock as though he had just won the lottery, and cheered loudly. His happy spirit seemed to infect Phil and Eric too, who had begun to laugh again.


“Dudes, lets just hope we have an easier time finding a singer…” said Eric.
“Yeah these may hurt our ears even more than the bass ones,” replied Phil.
Eric stood up to walk towards the door to tell the singers that it was their time now.
“So what do you play?” asked Kirk.
“Guitar,” replied Phil. “I have for 10 years, and loved every minute of it, except when my dad was telling me to shut up,” he said, finishing bitterly.

Eric returned with a morbid look on his face, and took his seat.
“There is a lot less singers than bassists.”
“Well, we just gotta hope I guess,” said Kirk uneasily.

“Hi, this is Scotty Kenta. I’m either away or can’t hear the phone right now, so ring back later.”
Jenny sighed and hung up.

This was the second day in a row that she had not been able to get in contact with Scotty. She didn’t expect to see him every day, but still he normally rang her a lot. Jenny switched on the TV, although soon turned it off, seeing as there were no good programmes on. Jenny didn’t mind work, but it was a rare occasion that she would wish to go to it on a day off, especially with the demanding hours that she’d been having lately. Suddenly an idea struck Jenny.

She opened a drawer and groped around. Eventually she found what she was looking for. Walking over to the phone once more, Jenny read the number and dialled it.
“Hello?” said the voice.
“Hi Anthony? This is Jennifer Calaway.”

“Oh hi Jennifer. Is something wrong with the guitar? I thought your brother’s birthday wasn’t until Monday?”
“Oh no there isn’t anything wrong with the guitar, it’s fine as far as I can tell. I was just wondering if you wanted to come around and hang out. You have an interesting personality,” said Jenny. “You aren’t doing anything are you?
“Sitting at home eating a pizza,” he replied. “Sure I’ll come round. Give me five minutes!”

Sure enough five minutes later Anthony arrived on Jenny’s door step.
“Hi Jennifer,” he said.
“Hi, and please, call me Jenny.”

They stepped into the house, Anthony and Jenny both feeling slightly uneasy.
“Sooo…” said Anthony.

“Do you want to just, sit and talk?” she asked.
“Sure!” said Anthony.
“I’ll make some sandwiches first,” said Jenny.

After scraping some butter and ham together onto some bread, Jenny sat down on the table in the kitchen and gave Anthony his plate.
“It won’t taste that good. I’m not much of a chef you know…”
But after one bite Anthony’s eyes widened. Jenny feared he was going to be sick,
“Not much of a chef? These are delicious!” said Anthony.

Jenny raised her eyebrows.
“I’m not kidding,” he said.

“Thanks,” said a now smiling Jenny.

Soon after finishing the sandwiches, they made their way over to the sofa and sat down talking.
“So how’s life?” asked Anthony.
“Well, it’s OK. The shock of my brother moving in still hasn’t quite worn off, but he’s not as bad as I expected. How about you?”
“I’m doing well. We actually get paid a decent amount. And I won employee of the month!” said Anthony smiling.
“Hey, way to go!” said Jenny.

“Thanks. You know I…”

“Always…”
“Thanks, ummmm, oh yeah Elliot,” said Phil. “We’ll get back to you.”

As he walked out, Phil leaned over to his two fellow band members.
“That wasn’t too bad,” he said.

“Yeah, but I have heard better,” replied Kirk. “Still, he’s definitely the best so far.”
The next participant walked in. Before he could say his name, Eric spoke.
“Hey dude, how many people are left?”

“I’m the last one,” he replied. “I’m Marcus and I’m singing Movin’ On by Steps.”
He stood his ground and prepared to sing, but was interrupted by Eric once more.
“Wait, did you say Steps?” he asked quizzically.

“Yeh, why?” replied Marcus
“These are auditions to join a rock group! Not pop!” said Eric, as though he had said something deeply offensive.
“Oh!” said Marcus.
For a moment he looked as if he was going to say something, but then ran out of the room to escape from his own embarrassment.


“Well that’s it. Elliot is our only hope, and he isn’t top quality.”

“Yeah, and none of us can sing as well,” said Kirk.
It seemed impossible. They had not come this far, found a bassist, got their hopes up, just to be let down at the last second. It couldn’t have happened. And he wouldn’t accept it.
“Well, don’t rule us all out dude,” said Eric, who was now staring at Phil.
It took a few seconds for Phil to catch on, and then he laughed sarcastically.
“Yeah good one, but I’d rather not make an ass of myself,” said Phil.

“Who said I was joking?” replied Eric.
“Come on! You know I can’t sing!” said Phil indignantly.
“Actually I’ve never heard you sing. Who says you suck. Most people think that they do, but that doesn’t make it true. Just have an audition!”
Phil looked from Eric to Kirk, looking for an out. When none came, he finally gave up. Phil walked to the place where everyone had auditioned and all but one seemed to have failed.

“I don’t know what to sing! I haven’t learned any lyrics!” said Phil, in a last desperate attempt to get out of an audition.
“You know plenty of songs off by heart, I’m sure of it. Just pick one you know well.”
Finally Phil settled on Exo-Politics, the song that Kirk had successfully performed.
“Fine, I’m pulling a Kirk,” said Phil, and he began to sing.

“Open the skies over me,
I am waiting patiently,
I’ll wait for a sign.

As conspiracies unwind,
Will you slam shut,
Or free your mind,
Or stay hypnotised.

When the Zetas fill the skies,
Will our leaders tell us why,
Fully loaded satellites,
Will conquer nothing but our minds.

And I’ve waited patiently,
And I wait for the sign.”
Phil suddenly started growing in confidence. Was it him, or did he actually sound good? In any case as his confidence grew, his performance got better and better.
“Carried through the centuries,
Secrets locked up,
And loaded on my back,
And it weighs me down.

When the zetas fill the skies,
It’s just our leaders in disguise,
Fully loaded satellites,
Will conquer nothing but our minds.

And I am waiting patiently,
And I’ll wait for the sign.
And I am waiting patiently,
I’ll wait for the sign”
“Phil…” said Eric. “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing! That was awesome! I’m not kidding dude. You’re miles beyond everyone else!
“I think we’ve got our band!” said Kirk happily. “All we need is a name…”

“Well we want everyone to remember us, so how about…”
“Lasting Impression!” yelled Phil suddenly. “Think about it, we want to leave an impression that’s so good it lasts ages! Good huh?”
“That’s it then. We are Lasting Impression! To seal the deal…”
Eric put his hand over the desk, and Kirk put his hand next to it, followed by Phil.
“One, two, three, LASTING IMPRESSION!”

“-then he realised it was his own grandfather!” concluded Anthony.
Both Anthony and Jenny burst out laughing.

“That’s hilarious! Oh my gosh I’ve may never heard a better joke! Seriously!” said Jenny.
She looked at a clock and suddenly realised how fast the time had gone.
“Oh wow it’s already six o’clock! You better go.” Jenny stood up, and Anthony followed him to the door.

“Thanks a ton for coming over today Anthony. I was bored out of my skull until you showed up,”
“Anytime,” said Anthony.

They had a quick hug, before Anthony set off home.

Jenny sighed. It had been a good day. She had made a new friend in Anthony, one she hoped would keep.

Elizabeth stirred feebly as she woke up from watching Deal or No Deal.

She had fallen asleep, but then again it was almost midnight. She got up slowly, not quite sure what was wrong with her.

She had done late-nighters before, but was never normally this tired. She switched the T.V. off and started to head to her bedroom.

Then it happened. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach area, and fainted.

There she lay, on the living room floor.

The House Guest pt. 8

Phil yawned and started to get out of bed.


It was Friday at six pm, which meant he had a date with Elizabeth later that night. He had just taken a little doze. He looked at his mobile phone, and to his surprise it said “One new voice message from Elizabeth”.
Phil dialled in the voicemail to listen, but there wasn’t much to hear. In fact all he heard was Elizabeth’s breathing and then nothing.

“Must have rang me by accident,” thought Phil to himself.
He would ask about it later. He went to the shower to freshen up. He wanted to look in tip-top shape for the date.

Phil truly did love Elizabeth, so he went though extra lengths to ensure their dates were perfect. He took his fourth shower of the day, then got changed and sprayed on some of Elizabeth’s favourite cologne everything had to go especially well tonight, since he hadn’t seen her in a while.

He rang up the taxi company and waited.

Elizabeth had been ready for a while now, but had been spending a lot of time combing her hair. It was already fine; she was just stood there thinking what to do.

She would have to tell Phil about the baby some time, but she wasn’t sure how, or when. She wasn’t sure whether tonight would be a good time to tell him or not. In fact she wasn’t sure that there would ever be a good time to tell him. Elizabeth sighed.

She has always wanted a family, and she always wanted to be with Phil, but being a mother at eighteen was something she had never anticipated or wanted.
“I may as well make the most of this date” she said to herself.

“Beep beep!”
Phil heard the horn of the taxi and got up to exit the house. Just as he closed the door he saw Jenny walking up the road.
“Hey, home from work a little late?”

“Yeah, these new hours are killing me. I can barely manage!”
Phil chuckled a little.
“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”
He stepped into the taxi which began to drive to ‘The Hub’.

Jenny walked inside and picked up the telephone. She dialled her old homes number. The number of her parents.

“Hi mom, hi dad. It’s Jenny,” she said happily.
“Jenny dear! Wonderful to hear from you! How are you, how are you doing at work?”

“Work, ha! It’s going great but the pay only just makes up for the hours.”
“Don’t worry dear, it’ll get better. I promise”
“Well there is this one guy helping me through a bit. His name is Scott and he’s pretty… good.”
Jenny didn’t tell her mom in what way he was ‘good’. They weren’t exactly the most in tune people with youth and relationships.
“That’s great sweety. Anything in particular you want to talk about?”
Jenny was silent for a bit. She knew what might happen if she spoke about Phil, but with his birthday in three days, it was inevitable.
“Well…Phil.”
Immediately the cheerfulness that had been in the conversation evaporated. Though they were far away from each other, Jenny felt as if her mother had just given her a cold stare.
“What about him?” her mother managed.
Jenny fidgeted a little, slightly uncomfortable.
“Well it’s his birthday soon…”
“Oh excuse me dear I have to go. Nice to talk I’ll see you soon. Bye,” said her mom quickly, before Jenny could get a word in. Jenny sighed. She wasn’t sure if taking in Phil had been the best decision. It hadn’t been too bad, but it could have been much better. Phil was far from the best house-guest. She dialled Scotty’s number, but he wasn’t home.
“Where is he?” thought Jenny.

Nine pm. The Hub. Phil stepped out of the taxi and went into his favourite night club. Elizabeth was already there. He smiled, and wolf whistled. She looked up, and at that moment they both realised how much they’d missed each other. She ran towards him and they embraced. Phil kissed her.


“Man, I’ve missed you so much Lizzy,” said Phil softly.
“I’ve missed you too Phil. It’s been hell without you.”
“You wanna dance?” asked Phil.
Elizabeth thought for a moment. Dancing. She loved to dance, and she loved to sing. It was probably why she and Phil were such a good match. But should she really be dancing with a baby on the way? Then again, he would suspect something if she turned him down.

“I’d love to,” said Elizabeth, and she followed him to the dance floor.
They began to dance. Phil smiled.
“I love to see you dance,” he said grinning. “It just makes me fell, good. Don’t ask why…”

“I love to see you, period,” replied Elizabeth.
Phil smiled even more.


The DJ left the booth to a round of applause, so Phil suggested that they go upstairs to find a table.

The food was delicious, as always. Phil didn’t come to The Hub because of the food but he loved it none-the-less.
“I’m really having a great time with you Phil,” said Elizabeth.

“I’m having a great time with you too. Some of the best moments of my life are spent with you.”
Elizabeth couldn’t stand it anymore; she hated lying to Phil when he was being so honest to her.
“Phil there’s something I have to tell you,” said Elizabeth slowly.
“Sure, what is it?” asked Phil.
“Well, this…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Phil, who was staring right past Elizabeth.
Elizabeth turned around to see what he was talking about. Scotty Kenta had just walked up, accompanied by a blonde girl. He kissed her, and asked for a table.


“Damn it, I don’t have my cell. I can’t take a picture!”
Phil just stared with rage at Scotty, who was going to get away with cheating on Jenny.
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand,” said Phil, “It’s people keeping secrets from their loved ones. Must tear them up inside keeping secrets like that, and they deserve it.”
Elizabeth stared at Phil, totally gob-smacked.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” asked Phil.
“Oh, I was just going to say this is the best time I’ve ever had with you,” said Elizabeth weekly.
Phil finished off his food and he stood up.

“Come on,” he said, “follow me.”
He took Elizabeth to the back of The Hub.
“I just want one last dance. One last dance before this wonderful date is over…”

The House-Guest pt. 7

Jenny stayed in bed for a long time. She didn’t have work like Phil did. She thought to herself about the previous night. Jenny had never been the person to hold a grudge.

Being able to easily forgive people was, in her opinion, one of her best traits. She didn’t want to be angry with Phil when he had only been trying to protect her. He obviously didn’t like Scotty for some reason and he shouldn’t have tried to interfere, but he was only doing what he thought right. And since it was Phil’s birthday in just a few days time, Jenny knew that she couldn’t stay angry with him.
“What do you want then Phil? Maybe I’ll get you something good,” she said to herself laughing slightly.

She would probably get him something to do with guitars, but she didn’t know anything about them apart from that they made noises. There was a shop not that far away which sold instruments and stuff to do with them. So she got up, got changed and picked up her wallet.

Griffin Music Centre was only about a ten minute walk from Jenny’s home. She hadn’t ever actually been anywhere near it before, so it was a bit of a strange part of the town. When she looked at the building she realised how huge it was!


She hadn’t thought that music could be so broad. There were huge amps by the wall that were almost twice as tall as her! Jenny looked confusedly around the place. Two employees stood by the wall.
“Hah look at her! I bet I can get a sale in five minutes.”

The other shook his head. He didn’t like the way his fellow salesmen handled customers.

He always treated them as though they were stupid and tried to take advantage of them. Well he wasn’t going to let it happen if he could help it.
“Hey John, don’t look now but your ex just walked upstairs,”
“What!?” said John spinning around.
The other salesman laughed quietly and went over to Jenny. “Hey I‘m Antony. I’ve never seen you round here before. First time in Griffin?”

“Yeah. I never thought music could be so … big!”
He chuckled.
“Can I help you with anything?”“Well it’s my brother’s birthday soon and he loves guitars. But I don’t wanna spend too much. Do you have anything within a 100 simoleon margin?”

“Yeah we got some good cheap guitars upstairs. What type of music does your brother play?”
“Well…” began Jenny, “can I say a noisy type?”
They both grinned.
“I’m guessing something like rock then.”
Suddenly a man shouted at them.
“Antony get back to work! I’m not paying you to flirt!”
Antony put his face in his hand and his cheeks glowed red.

“Right sir, sorry for slacking.”
When the man was gone he whispered to Jenny,
“Sorry about him, he’s a right grump.”

They both grinned again. Antony pointed upstairs and both he and Jenny began to walk to the second floor.

Jenny’s moth widened in shock and Antony looked at her.
“You really don’t know a lot about music do you?” he asked.
“Ummmm, not really.”

Lots of guitars stood against walls, with more of the giant amps in the middle.
“Ok we just got some new Gibson explorers in which are 80 simoleons each.
They’ve got some pretty cool distortion effects so if you want to play some heavy rock they’re good. You think you’re brother would like them?”



“Probably. I mean I don’t really see him play it much but if it’s a guitar then I expect he’ll like it.”
Anthony smiled.
“Well if something goes wrong you can either ring this place or me at this number.”

He took out a little slip of paper and a pen so he could write his telephone number down, and then handed it to Jenny.
“Thanks,” she said, and then walked over to pay for the guitar.
The other salesman pulled Anthony back.
“Ha ha nice one!” he said grinning.
Anthony gave him a confused look.
“Don’t pull that face at me. You gave her your number! You know if that’s what you wanted to do you could have told me instead of saying my ex walked in and…”
“Can it,” interrupted Anthony. “I gave her my number for the reason I told her. Not so I could ‘chat her up’ or anything.”
John snorted.
“Whatever,” said Ant, and walked off.

Phil sat on the floor slightly bored. He was pretty happy with the pay, but concert piano wasn’t his type of music.

He turned his head as the door opened. His managing director walked in accompanied by the Pompous J. Bruce Ashton, the pianist.

“I trust the piano is ready?” asked Ashton.
Phil nodded.

“Phil can you come with me outside for a minute?” asked his manager.

Phil proceeded, expecting a lecture for ‘looking unprofessional’ in front of the client.

“Now I know that this isn’t your type of music or your dream job to say the least…”
Phil stood there, expecting to hear ‘but’ any moment.
“… So I’ve decided that, on account of your good work, we’re going to send you on a course.”

Phil raised his eyebrows and smiled a little.
“You will be accompanying a band as they record a new track, so you can learn what happens to a greater degree. And don’t worry; the band is one which I believe you will like.”

The manager began to walk toward the door, when he paused.
He spoke without turning around, “By the way I do know it is your birthday in four days, so don’t expect anything after this.”
Phil started silently laughing to himself. He had been lucky to get such a cool managing director.
“Wait!” shouted Phil.

The man turned around to face him, eyebrows raised.
“Which band is it?” he asked, fingers crossed behind his back.
There was silence for a moment, until the manager spoke the for words that Phil had been hoping for.
“Good Men Do Nothing.”