all time low (2012-2013)

two day thing

"ALEX YOU ARENT SINGING IT LIKE I TOLD YOU" the producer yells through the speakers inside our glass room and we stop our rehearsal.

"IM JUST NOT FEELING IT THAT WAY" alex disagrees as he puts down his studio headphones.

"i'm the producer here, trust me, roll that again" our producer says, mike hits the sticks and me and jack kick it in with the guitar.

today was day two of us recording somewhere in neverland, we were still not concrete about the tempo, the drums, hell even the chords, we were still messing around with it until we are all satisfied with how it sounds, after an hour we all get tired so mike lets us have a break.

"fine, one hour break" mike says, he believes that if you are burnt out, you wont be able to perform your best.

alex steals me from jack and the boys "sorry bud i'm taking your girl for a second" alex hooks arms with me and takes me outside the recording room.

"gaskarth i'm telling sabrina on you!!" jack yells from inside the room and me and alex laugh at his faint yelling, he wanted to take me to the cafeteria to grab a drink, we were tired from practicing.

"hows it with you and jack?" he asks me as we are walking down the building for the cafeteria, it was in the ground floor.

"oh he is trying to be better for me, he doesnt get drunk as much anymore" i tell him, really happy at our progress so far.

"thats great, i'm happy you are happy" he puts a hand around my shoulder.

"what about you and sabrina?" i ask him as we take the elevator.

"its been going good, shes actually been nagging me about camping for a couple of days now" he says as he looks at himself in the elevator's mirror fixing his brown hair.

"are you kidding me? thats a double, i'll nag at jack for him to agree" i say in solitary to her idea.

"ugh bitch" he says.

"cmon that'll be so much fun, it can be four of us" i try trying to persuade him as the elevator hits the ground floor.

"fine, i'll see with jack" he finally gives in and agrees, he asks for tea and i grab a coke, i wasnt too bothered about my voice anyways.

four of us havent done anything fun in quite awhile, we do need this, and besides me and sabrina havent hungout in quite awhile.

after we finish rehearsing for the night, we decide we'll do the final recording when we are back home, we had quite the argument with mike green to convince him to let us go for two days.

jack drives us home, i lay my head back on the chair, closing my eyes. i can faintly see lights from all of the headlights around us.

"you okay?" he asks to make sure.

"i'm good, i'm just not feeling the entire packing situation" i tell him, i hate hate packing, i be running around the house hoping i forgot nothing.

"dont be too worried, its just a two day thing, pssht we'll be fine" he says as he looks at me.

"right, we are going with alex's ride, right?" i ask to make sure.

"yeah, we are four people anyways, two cars would be idiotic" he says, and he is right, one car would be enough.

"okay, i love you, thanks for agreeing on the idea" i open my eyes and i look at him.

"of course baby, i'd love to do this with you and our friends" he says to reassure me.

"good, lets have takeout for tonight, i'm not feeling like cooking" i say as he takes a turn to our driveway.

"sure thing, chinese?" he asks.

"oh fuck yeah lets have chinese tonight i like the idea" i agree with him as i laugh, it was chillier than it was last night so i put on the hood of my jacket and i run quickly inside the house for warmth.

jack orders us takeout and as it prepares and delivers we pack our stuff, i only packed toiletries and comfortable pj and extra underwear, i wasnt too worried about wearing the same outfit.

and as for jack he didnt have to worry at all, god knows how many boner shirts i run into the laundry, we finish packing and we sit on the couch in our living room, i rest my head on him. i feel so tired.

mike totally belts us out everytime we rehearse, we are gonna be a burnt out mess by the time we are over with this record.

soon enough the delivery guy makes it and we start having our dinner on our couch.

"fuckkk i was hungry" he says as he chews.

"dude same, mike needs to chill down on the production of this album" i agree with him.

"right? dirty work was released not even a year ago and he is rushing this album, like its fine, bands take years to make a record" i rant about his way of managing things as i sip on coke.

"he is only doing this because the collab with vic fuentes is very probable, so we want majority of the band's independent work out of the way" he tells me, half agreeing and half disagreeing with our producer.

"yeah, but we cant be down to the studio daily, he literally wanted a finalized version of somewhere in neverland done today? in his dreams" i tell him, still not agreeing with his point of view as i stuff my mouth with food.

"you are really mad over it huh" he says as he laughs at my reaction.

"YEAH SURE THING I'M" i tell him. after we have our dinner we decide its best to go to bed, since alex and sabrina will pick us up early tomorrow, we even had a suitcase with just blankets and pillows.