Dreaming of You
Almost Showtime
Today was nonstop. wake up, shower, get dressed, go to my hotel room, put stuff away, cry a bit, try to talk to jack, fail, go to venue, sound check. one thing after the other.
It was now almost time to let people in for seating and I couldn't help but wonder if Serenity is out there. I know she is not, but it was nice to think of. Fans began piling in as I watched from behind the curtain at each and every face take its seat. I wish she was here. I went back behind the stage and went to my dressing room. Jack was in there, he was playing guitar to the session of therapy. He didn't say anything to me and he wasn't talking to me earlier, so I did not say anything to him either. Rian walked in the room and looked at Jack and me. He looked happy and joyful, his smile is contagious.
"Last day for touring! We get to go home! I can see Dallas! Jack you can watch home alone naked! Alex you can eat peanut butter in your living room as you masturbate! ITS THE LAST DAY OF TOUR" Rian screamed, Jack chuckled.
"I already watch home alone naked, even on tour" He mumbled, as he continued playing that guitar. Rian laughed.
"I’ve walked in on it twice" I said flatly, Jack looked at me.
"I know you enjoyed it" He joked somberly.
"Every second" I said slowly. We shared a smile. In that moment, I apologized to Jack and he forgave me because that’s what friends do. I did not have to utter the words I’m sorry, my dumb little comment about his wiener made it better.
"SHOWTIME GUYS" Zack Yelled. opening the door quickly and slamming it closed. Zack, Rian and I got up and left the dressing room.
we were about to play a smaller show, but this show could mean everything. By some odd chance Serenity might be out there. I know she’s not real but something in my gut is telling me to keep looking. and dammit I will, for now
