The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen

Chapter 56 - Nipple Fanny

My morning has began with stormy rains bashing against my bedroom window. It sounds as if golf-ball sized rocks are being chucked at a steady pace and fighting to get their way into the house. Every drop sounds like a simple beat on a snare drum that has yet to be cleaned after being used at Green Day's Woodstock set back in '94. I'm feeling better today than I did this past weekend, it seems the fever is gone. My temperature has returned to a moderate 36.6˚C which is very much welcomed. In the best interests of my health I'm staying inside for today. I'll be taking things easy, I can't be straining my body for no reason. I have a loose plan for today. After this breakfast, Maya and I are going to clean up the room and afterwards we're thinking of working on some ideas for videos.

The two of us are thinking about going to the art gallery tomorrow with my dad. I'm feeling far better, so why shouldn't I go to it? The event will be quite a formal one so we'll be dressing up. I'm trying to convince Maya to wear a particular dress but it's a battle. It's a purple one with long sleeves reaches down to her ankles and in a way looks like a coat. It hugs her body shape in a way that it compliments it. It'll definitely help her stand out in a crowd. It just vocalises class and elegance, and that's what Maya is. There'll probably be press there so it would be a real nice talking point. I'm planning on wearing something red so having complimentary colours with one another will definitely be a nice thing.

There's not much going on right now, well other than wars, conflict, starvation, harassment, homophobia and all that sort of stuff, y'know. Not much happening for me at least. Maybe Maya and I could make something together. Wow I am gonna be bored today. At least she's letting me have my tech back after she took it off me, maybe me being away from socials while not well is the best. There are only so many stupid things I can say before getting suspended from a platform, or at least just cancelled for a period of time. Why don't I just cancel myself? I'm hardly a perfect person and it's best to do so before the internet does. 

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E: [lying on bed] Maya?

M: Yeah?

E: What date is it?

M: It's the 29th my dear. 

E: [jolts up] It's Halloween in 2 days. 

M: [realises] Evin your gig!

E: [panics] How did I forget?! We can't go to the art show tomorrow, I need to be rehearsing for Halloween night. [gets up]

M: [stands up and stops] Evin stop it. You are not running downstairs screaming about this. 

E: Don't make me do an Ámbar Smith Maya, let me go talk to my dad. 

M: If you want to talk to your dad, you need to be calm and not panic over your gig. Or I will hit you with a Mexican Flavour skate, okay?

E: [sad] Okay.

M: Good kid. Now go sit down. 

E: Why?

M: Because Evin, if you want to rehearse anything, you need to outline a plan first. What songs do you want to do, are you singing live or lip syncing, what will the audience participation sections will be and what are you going to be wearing? 

E: [looks at]

M: [sighs] We'll take this slowly. What songs do you want to do? 

E: [blinks and looks at ceiling]

M: [thinking] You're not here right now, maybe we should do something else to get you in the mood to talk. [looking around room] There's a couple of Lego sets needing built, [gets up and walks to shelves behind desk] this one looks tricky.