Saturday night we were out supporting Archie at his gig. He was performing at the Roxbury Hotel in Glebe and he did a 45-minute set with his mandolin player and a double bass player singing some covers and some of his own original songs.
Through the week we hadn’t seen much of Archie. If he wasn’t at uni he was rehearsing somewhere but was never at home. Early Friday evening he breezed in with his mate, Phil and they were in quite a hurry. They had just enough time to give the fridge a good work-out then rummage through the pantry and fill his ballooning bag with high calorie goods. He let me know he wouldn’t be home that night because he’d be rehearsing and ‘mum, it could go ’till late. I might stay at Phil’s or maybe with Webb. But I’ll be back tomorrow so I can have a shower and get changed for the gig’.
‘Oh, okay then. Well have a good time and I hope it all goes well. Can you give me a call in the morning?’ And Archie promised he would.
But he didn’t. At around 5pm I called him and he was in a flap because one of the band members he was meant to be rehearsing with hadn’t yet turned up and Archie had waited all afternoon for them. Now there wasn’t time to come home. He would have to go straight to the gig. ‘But what about a shower Archie?’
‘It’s okay mum, don’t worry. I’ll have one here, at Phil’s.’
‘Well do you want me to come to the Roxbury early so I can bring you a change of clothes?’
‘No, I’ll be fine. I think Phil’s lending me a shirt’. Marvelous. I have nothing at all to worry about.
So Carl and I headed out with Arabella and we found Archie backstage looking not too bad. We organised a water for him and he headed to the stage. Not wanting to be too obvious, Carl and I showed some restraint and sat at in a blacked out corner at the back of the venue. We saw Archie had a lot of mates in the audience who were all really supportive and enthusiastic. The show was wonderful and I have a few snaps that are very tragic but it does let you know we were there in the role of supportive parents.
After the show Archie let me know he wouldn’t be coming home. ‘Mum, we’re going out for a few drinks and we’ll be home later. But then I may not be home because it could be late. I could end up at Phil’s or Webb’s. But I’ll call you.’
And Archie didn’t come home and he didn’t call.
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