The Drummer

Chapter 9

After a long fun night at the club we all headed out. Mike and Tony went with us back to our hotel room to walk us up. They come inside and we ask if they want to stay there for the night instead of those small, uncomfortable bunks, but they said they have to get on the road to go to the next show. Mike and I went into my room of the hotel and we sat on the bed and we talked. "This was a really awesome day." I said to mike. "It really was. I can't believe it's over, I don't want it to be." He says. "I don't either." I said. All of the sudden I had a wave of sadness, I almost cried but I choked back the tears, my emotions are probably enhanced from the alcohol. I think he could sense that I was sad, he reaches over and holds me. After a few minutes of laying there talking and laughing he gets serious. "You're going to keep in touch with me right?" He asks. "Of course." I said. "Maybe after tour we could meet up again." he said sweetly. "I would love to do that." I said. "The tour is almost over, only a few more cities to visit. We wouldn't have to wait that long." he said. "I know, it still sucks you have to go tonight." I said. "I know, I'm just glad this tour brought me here." He said. "Me too." I said. His phone rings "Shit, what time is it?" he asks and answers. It was Vic telling him he and Tony had to get back on the bus and head out. He hangs up the phone. He looks at me for a few seconds, with a sad expression. "I have to go they're waiting for me outside." He says. "Oh, okay." I said. "I'll miss you." he says. "Me too." I said. We say our goodbyes and I feel sad. I didn't want him to leave. He was one of the sweetest guys I'de ever met. I would see him soon but I didn't want him to leave.