When I wake up I notice that Mitch has left. I get up slowly, knowing that if I stand up too fast that I will get a head rush from my hangover. I see Oli sitting on the other couch in the living room, and I go over to ask him if there is any aspirin.
"Hey Oli can you help with my hangover?"
"Yeah man there is some in the secondhand drawer in the kitchen," he says with a slur. Is he drunk again?
"Man you never take a rest don't you," I say playfully and laughing as I walk into the kitchen.
I take the aspirin and walk back into the living room. I grab my mic and speaker, and Oli looks up to me and says, "I should get the rest of the band here."
"It would be a good chance to get to know them. Aren't their names Matty, Matt, Lee, and Curtis?" I ask questioningly, wondering when they are going to get here.
Oli gets up and grabs his phone off the table, and calls the band members up. While he is doing that I go down to his garage to set up the equipment. A half hour later everyone is here and they set up their equipment.
Oli comes down to the garage and says, "So we decided the band name is Bring Me the Horizon!"
Everyone seems to like it, and I greet them all. Everyone seems to be cool, but Curtis is kind of an asshole to me. I guess he is alright but he is that kind of guy that likes to fuck with you a lot. I go over to Oli and ask him a question.
"Hey bro, am I going to be a backup vocalist, or what?" I ask awkwardly.
He grabs his own mic off the mic stand and screams it into me, "YES OF COURSE MAN, BUT YOURE NO BETTER THAN ME WE ARE IN ALL THIS TOGETHER!!!" This man is crazy and awesome, I don't know what I would do with a bro as great as him. He easily helps me forget about my mother and my home life. The rest of the band is really great too, excluding Curtis. I don't know what it is about him but I don't like him.
We made some music and made a lot of progress over the next few hours, and then we decided to call it quits after we made two songs, Pray for Plagues and Black and Blue.
After that I drove home, and I parked in the car lot, but I noticed my mom's car wasn't home. Where could she be? I wondered. I walked to the door and unlocked it, then walked inside. There was no one here, and all of my mom's stuff was gone. I'm really confused about what's going on right now. I see a note on the counter to the left of the door I came in through, next to the living room that used to have a couch and TV.
The note said: I can't deal with you anymore. You're a disgrace to me and I'm tired of you not listening to me, so basically I'm saying fuck you and I left back to America. I'm leaving you here in Britain because I'm tired of your sorry ass and I'm not coming back. Have fun paying rent on your own you fuck.
