AT LEAST ITS ALL ABOUT YOU

2

You clasped hands with your mom across the table and closed your eyes as Shawn began his prayer.

"Thank you lord," He started, deep gravelly voice that had come to know and love "thank you for this beautiful day, and thank you for my beautiful family, and thank you for this delicious meal. Amen"

"Amen" you repeated, opening your eyes as the prayer ended. you were met with smiling faces of your family as your mother began to serve spaghetti, and Shawn broke apart the baguette, passing slices to both you and Myra. normally, it was just you, mom and Shawn at dinner, but there was always a seat for Myra anyway, even if it was empty most of the time.

Tonight it was full, Myra blocking your view of the photos of mom and Shawn's wedding on the wall with her hair done up in a large bun. it was blue now, different from the purple you had seen her with a few months ago.

"So Myra." your mom said, spooning a helping of spaghetti into her bowl. "how's Miami?"

"It's good." Myra said "i'm thinking about moving downtown, just yp be closer to the studio, but onther then that nothing's really changed much."

Your mother moved to you, sponning a helping of spaghetti into your bowl. You took a wiff of aroma and smiled - your mother's spaghetti would always be one of your favorite smells in the whole world. there was always somthing so homey about it - it would never not make you think about this room, at the family dinner table with mom and Shawn and Myra.

At the head of the table Shawn shoveled a forkfull of pasta into his mouth, sighing happily "Mama," he said. "i said it before and i'll say it again, you're the best chef in the whole goddamn world."

Your mom rolled her eyes, serving herself, but you could see the little smile in the corner of her mouth, quietly pleased with the praise.

Myra took a forkfull of spaghetti, smiling happily "i've missed this, dude. There's nothing like a home cooked meal from your step-mom."

"You know you're welcome to come home any time." Your mom said "We'd be happy to have you have you whenever you wanted"

"And i would love to come home every night" Myra said "but unfortunately, i have a real people job"

Shawn laughed. "i would hardly call it a real people job when you're about to go trabel around the country-"

"Dad!" Myra hissed, shooting Shawn a look. It was to late tough, you had cought what he said.

Yor gaze turned to Myra, eyebrows shooting up. "your going on tour?"

She sighted exasperatedly at her father turning to you. "it was supposed to be a surprise, but yea i'm going on tour."

"Myra!" You said excitedly. "This is huge! When are you going? Where are you going? How long are you going to be on tour? Are you staying in the U.S or are you going abroad?"

Myra grinned, leaning back in her seat. "It's going tp last pretty much the whole summer." She said. " We're doing most of the major U.S cities and a few in canada, so not really abroad but kind of. i have a list of the cities actually-"

myra reached into the pocket of her sorts and pulled out a lanyard with a little plastic sleeve on the end. She read off each of the cities - Miami, Orlando, Atlantha, Dallas, Minneapolis, Chicago, Hawaii, Seattle, Los Angelos, San Francisco, Calgary, Vancouver, Toronto and New York (not exactly in that order). She was pretty much doing a circuit of the whole country - and it probably would take most of her summer.

you took another bite of your spaghetti. "that's insane." You said. "Who are you going with?"

Myra smiled knowingly "well a couple smaller bands, i don't know if you would now any of them, but you might know the guys i'm heading with. Ever heard of the Dream Team?"

Your heart fluttered excitedly. "Wait.... you're going on tour with the Dream Team? like actually?"

Myra laughed. "what you don't believe me?" She said, tossing the lanyard across the table to you. "It says it right there."

Sure enough, printed on top of the card in the sleeve - Dream Team and the Myraacle Makers. The Dream Tour. something else on the card cought your attention though - it was a roadie pass. with your name on it.

"Wait...." You said. looking back at Myra. There was a twinkle in her eyes, and she nodded back down at the rodie pass in your hand. "Myra...."

"come on tour with me." She said. "Think of it as a graduation present. You just got out of college, you're in the prime of your life.... come travel the country with me."

You looked back down at the pass in your hand. You could imagne it now - a whole summer, just you and Myra and the music, traveling all the big cities in the country, having fun and enjoying your youth. It was the trip of a lifetime. how many people could say they went on tour with their sister's band?

not to mention that the Dream Team would be there.

"Well?"

you looked back at your step-sister, then at Shawn and your mom. Your mom nodded slightly, and you turned back to Myra "Yeah" You said, a smile breaking out on your face. "but i have to talk to my boss, but yeah."

Myra grinned. "Hell yeah. Bros on tour."

"Bros on tour" you echoed, looking back down at the pass in your hand, taking un all the details - the clear plastic, the thin fabric, the card stock slip with your name on it, verifying your place. It was all very professional and banded - and that made it seem less real, even though you were holding it in your hand.

You were going on tour.

On tour.

The reality began to sink in and you smiled. This was going to be the bast summer of your life.

(AN: sorry for taking so long to get the chapters out in doing my best!!)