plan.
Chapter Five
I rolled out of bed with the sun peeking over the hills behind my house. September in Austin was always a mystery when it came to weather. It could be hot as hell or already working on a brisk fall. I needed to get back to the gym and going when it was scorching outside made things worse. I started going to the fucking gym, a place I loved to hate, before the last tour. Working out was a necessary evil to maintain bodies that drove our female fans wild. Before we left on the last tour, I made it a habit. I needed to get back to it as soon as possible. Otherwise, I would turn into a couch potato permanently attached to the latest gaming phenomenon. I was determined to stave off that bad habit.
I walked in sweating from the workout, and saw a message waiting on my phone. Carter wanted to remind me that he was going to have friends over, and he knew I was always down for a party. This fuckwit threw parties for any reason. Hell, usually he didn’t need a reason.
What we needed to concentrate on was getting back into the studio and working on refining the new music we’d written, while we were on the last tour. That’s where we did most of our writing because we were stuck on that fucking bus for long hours. Our platinum albums all came from bad-ass music written while we were on the road, and I knew this one was going to be just as good as the last.
When we rolled down the road with everyone’s undivided attention, and Chandler, KeeMac, and Ryan pulled out their acoustics, we got the best music written and for damn sure the best lyrics. They even let Carter and me help with the lyrics. One of the songs on the last CD was all me on lyrics. It’s had a lot of downloads on iTunes and was used in the sets for the live shows.
I’m good with lyrics but not worth a shit at writing music. I had tried, and it was just not in me to get music on paper. Guess that was why I was the drummer. Maybe I should have considered going to college and learning all of that before I joined the band. Back in the studio, though, we added the magic to it. By the time we laid down the tracks, the music was phenomenal, and our fans fucking loved it.
I noticed as I drove home from the gym the promoters had started moving some equipment in to get the festival up and running. We agreed to play on Saturday night of the first weekend on one of the two big stages, which was another reason we needed to get some of that new music down. We had talked about trying some out on the crowd. The people at the festival will like whatever we did, so we planned to play some old and new stuff. Some of them would prefer we only play our old music, but we needed to expose them to new sounds to get them fired up for the next CD.
Peri had already started booking our next big tour. It would be four fucking months back on the bus, but this shit was what we chose, and the minute we stepped on stage and heard the roar of the crowd, we were always glad we did.
My body needed the workout, and I was glad I bit the bullet and did it. I knew I would be sore from taking off a few days. When I walked back in the house, my phone was chiming, and it was a text from the very person I was dying to speak to. Thank Fuck.
Lola: Hey you. Got a message to get in touch
I was a little nervous to start this conversation. I wanted to see her so damn badly and the sooner, the better.
Gunner: Finally. I thought you might have forgotten me
Lola: Uh, no. How could I do that
Gunner: So how’s life
Lola: Wellllll, I’m not in Paris anymore
Gunner: WTF. Where are you
Lola: Would you believe it… Houston
You gotta be shittin me. She stayed here in Texas after the plane fiasco? I started pacing around the room. How quickly could I get down there to see her ? Okay, Gun. Chill. Don’t sound that eager, but damn, I was stoked now that I knew she was so close.
Gunner: Great. That’s even better. For how long? When can I see you
I hit
Chapter Five
I rolled out of bed with the sun peeking over the hills behind my house. September in Austin was always a mystery when it came to weather. It could be hot as hell or already working on a brisk fall. I needed to get back to the gym and going when it was scorching outside made things worse. I started going to the fucking gym, a place I loved to hate, before the last tour. Working out was a necessary evil to maintain bodies that drove our female fans wild. Before we left on the last tour, I made it a habit. I needed to get back to it as soon as possible. Otherwise, I would turn into a couch potato permanently attached to the latest gaming phenomenon. I was determined to stave off that bad habit.
I walked in sweating from the workout, and saw a message waiting on my phone. Carter wanted to remind me that he was going to have friends over, and he knew I was always down for a party. This fuckwit threw parties for any reason. Hell, usually he didn’t need a reason.
What we needed to concentrate on was getting back into the studio and working on refining the new music we’d written, while we were on the last tour. That’s where we did most of our writing because we were stuck on that fucking bus for long hours. Our platinum albums all came from bad-ass music written while we were on the road, and I knew this one was going to be just as good as the last.
When we rolled down the road with everyone’s undivided attention, and Chandler, KeeMac, and Ryan pulled out their acoustics, we got the best music written and for damn sure the best lyrics. They even let Carter and me help with the lyrics. One of the songs on the last CD was all me on lyrics. It’s had a lot of downloads on iTunes and was used in the sets for the live shows.
I’m good with lyrics but not worth a shit at writing music. I had tried, and it was just not in me to get music on paper. Guess that was why I was the drummer. Maybe I should have considered going to college and learning all of that before I joined the band. Back in the studio, though, we added the magic to it. By the time we laid down the tracks, the music was phenomenal, and our fans fucking loved it.
I noticed as I drove home from the gym the promoters had started moving some equipment in to get the festival up and running. We agreed to play on Saturday night of the first weekend on one of the two big stages, which was another reason we needed to get some of that new music down. We had talked about trying some out on the crowd. The people at the festival will like whatever we did, so we planned to play some old and new stuff. Some of them would prefer we only play our old music, but we needed to expose them to new sounds to get them fired up for the next CD.
Peri had already started booking our next big tour. It would be four fucking months back on the bus, but this shit was what we chose, and the minute we stepped on stage and heard the roar of the crowd, we were always glad we did.
My body needed the workout, and I was glad I bit the bullet and did it. I knew I would be sore from taking off a few days. When I walked back in the house, my phone was chiming, and it was a text from the very person I was dying to speak to. Thank Fuck.
Lola: Hey you. Got a message to get in touch
I was a little nervous to start this conversation. I wanted to see her so damn badly and the sooner, the better.
Gunner: Finally. I thought you might have forgotten me
Lola: Uh, no. How could I do that
Gunner: So how’s life
Lola: Wellllll, I’m not in Paris anymore
Gunner: WTF. Where are you
Lola: Would you believe it… Houston
You gotta be shittin me. She stayed here in Texas after the plane fiasco? I started pacing around the room. How quickly could I get down there to see her ? Okay, Gun. Chill. Don’t sound that eager, but damn, I was stoked now that I knew she was so close.
Gunner: Great. That’s even better. For how long? When can I see you
I hit
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