Getting the Call/ Know My Name.

A knock can be heard coming from white door. "Breezy" Eli Beazley appears not to notice as he continues to do bicep curls in front of the full length mirror. Sweat drips from his forehead as he counts out loud "97, 98, 99... 100." As he finishes his set a second knock comes from the door.



"Yeah... Come in." Eli replies and the door slowly opens. An older, balding man sticks his head through the opening.



"Dad, I told you... You don't have to knock! We're bros!"



"We're not bros..." Eli's father, Mark, respond awkwardly. "And you know what happened last time I barged in here." The thousand yard stare flashes across his face. "I saw things..."



"C'mon dad! We talked about that. When there is a sock hanging on the doorknob that means come on in! If there is no sock... STAY OUT! Plus you make it sound like I was doing something gross. I was just shaving my body. No biggie." Eli remarks.



"That is literally the opposite of how every other human does that. When I was in college a sock meant to stay out!"



"That was like a million year ago, pops. Things have changed."



"I don't think they ha..." Mark realizes this a a futile conversation and decides to change the topic. "Eli I didn't come here to talk about socks on doorknobs. I have some news for you."



Eli's smile disappears and panic sets in across his face. "It's grandma isn't it? I told you her time was coming! That damn nursing home isn't giving her the protein powder I dropped off. I knew it." A distraught Eli begins pacing across his room.



"What... No! Your grandmother is fine." Mark shakes his head. "Wait... You dropped off protein powder for your grandma?"



"Yeah... I did. You may have put gamgam in a 'home' but that doesn't mean she can't get them gainz." Eli shoots back.



"I don't think she will be getting any 'gainz' playing dominoes and watching her shows."



"Not with that attitude and definitely not without her protein powder. I even made this batch myself."



Mark looks bewildered as he shakes his head and sits down on Eli's bed. "You made it yourself... You know what. No. I am not here to talk about this either. Like I said I have some news. You should sit down for this."



"It's Meemaw? She seemed so healthy..."



"No son! Everyone is fine. Both your grandmothers are fine. Grandpa Jack is a mean son of a bitch, but he's fine too. It's nothing like that..." Mark pauses as Eli sits down in chair directly across from him. A huge smile forms on his lips. "You got the call up!"



Eli's jaw drops and he is speechless for a good three seconds which is an eternity in Eli years. He jumps up off of the chair. "We got the call up? Like the call... The one we've been waiting for?!?!?!?!?!"



Mark jumps off the bed and the to embrace in an excited hug. "That's right Eli. The call. They saw your tapes and loved them. No more of this living in our basement thing. You made it!"



Eli lets out an excited scream and then immediately starts racing around his room as he shoves things in a black and red duffel bag. He throws in some clothes, socks, underwear, etc. He grabs a large trophy off of the shelf only to find that it won't fit. He tosses it aside and continues to stuff his belongings in the bag.



"Son, I am so proud of you. You have worked your ass off to get here. It's finally paying off. I just with your mother could have been here to see it." Mark replies solemnly.



"Dad, you make it sound like she died. She's just in Costa Mesa for the weekend."



"I know, but I wish she could have been here to see how excited you are!" Mark Beazley replied. Eli continues to rush around the room packing up as haphazardly as possible.

Mark continues. "But seriously Eli, I want you to know that your mother and I are as proud of you as we can possibly be. I didn't always believe this day would come but I am happy that you proved me wrong."



Eli doesn't seem to notice how sappy his father is getting.



"And Eli, I hope you know that I really don't mind you living here. You're going to be on the road so much that it doesn't make sense to buy a house right now."



"Yeah, I know dad. Don't worry. I'll stay here when we have home games."



"Home games?" Mark mouths as he shakes his head. Eli grabs his bag, slings it over his shoulder and then pushes past Mark and towards the door.



"Come on Dad. We've gt to get to the airport. LEBRON NEEDS ME!" Eli shouts as he heads down the hall.



"LeBron?!? Eli! Did you think the Lakers were calling you up?"



Eli stops dead in his tracks. "Yeah, I know they have Dwight Howard and everything but he pales in comparison to "Breezy" Eli Beazley!"



A very confused Mark shakes his head. "No, Eli. The Lakers are the ones that called. Alpha Pro Wrestling did. They want to sign you to a contract."



Eli's smile fades for an instance and then finds its way back to his face. "That's rad too. Why didn't you just say that?"



"I thought I did... The Lakers? What?" Mark's voice trails off as he and Eli head down the hallway on their way to the airport.