Chapter Forty One
2006 soon ended, and 2007 reared its head. There seemed to be no mention of the photos or the recording, and I soon felt a little better about that fact. Frankie was putting some finishing touches on his album, which was set to release in October of this year.
Bobby and I drifted a bit, feeling that it was better that we not be together for a while. We got each other Christmas presents, but it wasn't anything huge or major. Mainly prank gifts (socks and underwear, things like that).
The best gift I received, though, was on New Year's Eve.
We had a small get together, just Frankie, me, Tommy, Bobby and his wife, Michael, Roxanne, Jovanna and little Annie (who was passed out by nine thirty), Calvino and a girl he had met while singing named Ellen Sampson. Ellen was...blessed. In more ways than one. She had a beautiful voice, but she was... Pretty padded in the chest area. Her hair was long and platinum blonde. She had hazel eyes and fair skin that would burn easily if out too long in the sun. They seemed to like each other... A lot. Crewe and Mary also came, and by eleven o'clock, we had the TV on, getting ready for the ball to drop.
Mary drank apple cider, talking to Tommy and asking about the best gamble spots in Vegas. Michael and Roxanne walked over to Frankie and me.
"Hey, where's Uncle Bobby?" Michael raised his eyebrows.
"I think he's talking to Jovanna." I looked around.
"Can you go get him, please?"
"Sure..." I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked around for a moment. The sky was quiet, but I knew that fireworks would be exploding in an hour or so. I walked over to Bobby and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Mike and Roxy want to talk to us."
"What about?" Bobby raised his eyebrows.
"I have no idea, they wouldn't tell me."
We made our way back to the three as Tommy quickly made his way to the door.
"And where do you think you're goin', Tommy?" Frankie looked at him.
"I'll be right back. I'm just going to get something."
"Something? Tommy, we've got enough champagne." I crossed my arms.
"I ain't champagne and it ain't food. You'll see." And with that, Tommy walked out.
"I swear to you, if it's women..." Bobby muttered. Frankie stared at him.
"Bob. Tommy is 78 years old. I highly doubt he's going to pick up women." He laughed a little.
"I dunno, Mr. Valli. I've seen Jersey Boys and I know for a fact, old habits die hard." Roxanne joked. I laughed.
"Anyway, Mike, what is it you wanted to tell us?" Bobby shoved a hand in his pocket. Michael and Roxanne looked at each other before Roxanne just announced the news.
"We're pregnant!" she beamed. Michael had opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped.
"What she said." He grinned. I squealed quietly and hugged them both as Bobby and Frankie spoke at the same time. Bobby patted Mike on the back as Frankie gave Roxanne a hug.
"Congrtulazioni!" he grinned.
"That means 'congratulations'." Michael whispered into his wife's ear. Roxanne nodded.
"Kind of got that..."
"I'm so happy for the both of you!" I giggled and clapped.
"So, Tyler, I've got some news." Crewe pulled me to the side, taking a sip of his champagne.
"Yeah?" I raised my eyebrows. Crewe grinned.
"Your song, Better Dig Two, is number one right now. I got a call from The Tonight Show saying that they want you on there performing it."
"When?" I gaped. Me. Solo. On The Tonight Show.
"Sometime in the next couple of weeks or so, whenever you're free." Crewe looked so proud. "I'm telling you, Tyler, 2007 is going to be your year, I can just feel it."
"You think so?"
"Oh, honey, I know so." He smiled and winked. "Don't ever doubt me."
I squealed quietly and hugged him. "This is fantastic..!" Crewe looked at me and shook his head, the smile still on his face. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just... You haven't really changed since the day I met you. You're still that happy, bubbly personality that we know and love."
"Well I don't intend on changing."
"You better not, missy. Because I will hunt you down and hurt you myself if you do." He smiled. I laughed quietly.
We sat around the TV, since we had five minutes before the ball dropped. The door slammed open and Tommy quickly made his way inside.
"Just in time..." he sat in the chair, running a hand through his hair.
"Where the hell have you been?" Mary stared at him.
"Somebody throwin' a party without me?" a voice at the door asked. Everyone turned and there stood Joe Pesci, a smirk on his face.
"Joey!" I stood and made my way over to him, hugging him first.
"Hey, Tyler. Lookin' good, lookin' good." He smiled.
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Hey, Frankie." Joey walked over to Frankie, and they hugged briefly.
"Hey, Joey. How've you been?"
"I can't complain." Joey grinned.
"You know, Joey, I actually watched Goodfellas last night. I don't mean to sound like a suck up, but..." I shrugged.
"Total kissass." Bobby teased. I flipped him off.
"Ooh, such an obscene gesture from such a pristine girl." Tommy smirked.
"Fuck off, DeVito." I laughed. Tommy smirked.
"Hey, guys, the ball's about to drop." Jovanna pointed at the TV.
"About fucking time." Calvino muttered.
"10, 9, 8, 7," Ellen, Calvino's 'girlfriend', started counting down.
"6, 5, 4, 3," I smiled.
"2, 1, 0!" Everyone joined in. "Happy New Year!"
I grabbed Frankie by his shirt and kissed him in such a way I haven't done since 1990. When we pulled away, he stared at me with his eyebrows raised.
"Later." He whispered. The other couples too, were kissing. The only ones not were Mary, Tommy, and Joey. Mary looked around for a second before quickly kissing her hand. Joey and Tommy glanced at each other, and automatically shook their heads no. Joey thought for a second and kissed Mary on the cheek. Tommy raised his eyebrows, stood, and walked over to Mary, kissing her full on the mouth. They pulled away and Mary just blinked a couple of times.
"I have not been kissed like that since 1962."
This, of course, earned a glare from Frankie and a laugh from everyone else.
The next morning, I woke up and looked around. I grabbed my robe and put it on before walking out front and seeing everyone either in a chair, the couch, or the floor (save for Annie, of course, because she was in the spare bedroom).
I stepped around everyone, except for accidentally stepping on Joey's hair and making him grumble in his sleep as a result of it, and walked into the kitchen, starting on breakfast. The first thing I made was coffee.
And when you have fourteen people to cook for, you know it's going to be a huge breakfast. I sang quietly to myself, trying not to wake anyone up, while making a huge thing of pancake batter. There was a little bit of stirring in the living room and not too long after I saw a half asleep Tommy walk into the kitchen.
"Do you have coffee yet?" he yawned, leaning on the counter.
"Not yet, it's brewing." I stifled my own yawn. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a fuckin' baby." He ran a hand through his hair. "Want any help?"
"If you wanna help, go ahead." I shrugged. "Could you get me the potatoes? I'm planning on making hash browns."
"I like hash browns." Tommy walked over to the pantry.
"Who doesn't?" I shook my head. Tommy walked back over with the bag of potatoes and set them on the counter.
"You say 'potato', I say 'potato'." He joked.
"Ha. Funny. You should put that in Reader's Digest, it's really original." I smiled. Tommy laughed.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted." Joey smiled as he walked to the door. "But, I gotta go."
"Well, hey if you're not busy, we should get together sometime." I smiled.
"That sounds great, we should definitely do that."
"Maybe sometime next week?" Frankie suggested.
"Sounds good to me. I'm free." Joey smiled again.
"Alright, we'll call you." I grinned. We waved once more, said our goodbyes, and Frankie shut the front door. I looked at him. "Well. We're alone." I winked.
"I know. We need to clean up the house." Frankie left my side and walked into the living room.
"Men are so clueless..." I sighed and banged my head on the wall a couple of times before going to help him.