Voicemail.

[senor_chado]

"Hey. You've reached Chad. Leave a message. Thank you."

Beeeeep.

Comments

(turnabout is fair play)

[nadiathesaint]

sometime in the very, very, VERY early hours of the first of March

*sound of giggling*

//Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Hi! It's Nadia. I am in a place in South Carolina that thinks it's Mexico and it has this really ugly fake Mexican guy named Pedro and it sells lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of HATS. I should buy you a hat. But not a sombrero, because all the ones they have here are UGLY, especially the really BIG NEON ONE. You should be here, an' I would kiss you and it would be ridiculous. . . . Uh oh. Jamie has a pope hat on. And he's glaring at the giant neon hat. Goooooootta go. Bye!//

[bruiser_in_pink]

"Hey, Chad. This is Molly. I'm wondering if you know what's up with Katara. She missed the classes we have together on Monday and Tuesday and I haven't seen her around anywhere. I've stopped by your room a couple times, but no one's been there. Could you either call me back or stop by my room this afternoon? I'm in 528. I may be skipping cheer practice today, depending what I hear. Thanks."

[swerval_zero]

*in a disturbingly chipper tone, as one on the edge of panic* "Chad! It's Zero! Don't panic, mate, but we're down half a band for Saturday. Parker and I are fixing it! I swear! Ehehehehehe...uh. Can you sing backup?"

*click*

[mparkerceo]

"Chad? It's Parker. If you're going to quit the band before this weekend, please tell me now so Zero and I can just give up and head for Rio, okay? ... thanks."

[swerval_zero]

"Chad, hey, Zero again. Good news this time. I got us a drummer and a guitarist. We're practicing at Caritas this afternoon, but if you can't make it, that's swerval. I know you already know how to play your instrument."

[swerval_zero]

A few minutes later, Zero called back to add, "Not dirty."