𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

10

I STOOD IN FRONT OF THE LUXURIOUS BATHROOM mirror in my hotel room, examining myself to make sure I was ready for the night. The first show night of Trippie Redd and Machine Gun Kelly's joint album tour in California. It was funny sometimes, how I'm looking at a dozen other things in the mirror that I can't even see when I look at myself. Prospects of a dozen things I want to do, broken dreams held together by dirty band aids and cross stitched unsteadily. Can you even see those things in a mirror? I always could, somehow. It was draining. 

I shook my head, snapping myself out of my thoughts, a rabbit hole I kept falling deeper in some nights than the others. I ran my hands over my dress. I was wearing a red dress that stopped just above my knees and had a heart neckline. I had my dark hair falling in soft curls to my waist, the front pinned up. The color of my lipstick matched the shade of my dress, and on my feet I wore white Nikes that had red stripes on them. I grabbed two delicate golden chains and fastened them on each of my ankles. I loved wearing jeweler around my ankles, Mickey used to call them bracelets for the feet. And I would to laugh every time at how his brain worked.  

The crew pass assigned to me lay on the bathroom counter. I had to wear it around my neck, so I ditched the necklace I was going to wear. My phone chimed from the bedroom and I took hold of the crew pass and made my way to the bed to retrieve my phone. I didn't plan on carrying a small bag, I just needed my phone for tonight. 

It was 9:30pm, my phone screen was lit up with Sam's name. He was calling me. 

"Hi," I spoke, accepting the call and putting my phone to my ear as I switched some lights off and grabbed my room key card. 

"Davina, you ready?" He asked, sounding out of breath. Poor thing had to be on his feet the entire day. 

"Yes, I'm just heading out," I respond, exiting my room and stepping out into the yellow lit hallway, shutting my door behind me. 

"Good," Sam chimed, "I'm already at the venue with our crew and Trippie, Colson's crew is also here. There's a cab waiting for you outside the hotel, it'll bring you straight here." 

"Okay, thanks," I said before hanging up. I took the back cover of my phone off and slipped my room key card inside before putting the cover back on. It'll have to stay there until I need it again. 

Then I hurried outside, took the elevator and it was thankfully empty. There's something embarrassing about being in a elevator full of people, I don't know what exactly. The hotel lobby was full of people and busy chatter, I made my way past all that and exited the hotel, stepping out into the night where my dress looked more black than it did red earlier. 

"Davina?" A familiar voice spoke my name and I turned to find Rook making his way towards me. A gust of wind blew some of my bangs into my eyes and tucked them behind my ear again. 

"Rook," I smiled, "Why haven't you left yet?" 

"I just came back from the venue, forgot my lucky drumsticks in my room," He smirked, then his eyes scanned over me, "God, you look hot." 

"Thank you," I responded before turning away to spot one of Trippie's crew standing beside a cab waiting for me. "See you there." 

"Yo wait," Rook called, stopping me mid walk on my way to the cab, "Ride with me, I'll take you."

"No, that's fine Rook," I shook my head, I was counting on a silent ride before the events of tonight. Silent car rides to Trippie's concerts were necessary for me. I prepared myself for the inevitable. I collected myself, counted my breaths. I couldn't do all that with Rook talking endlessly or blasting his music in my personal space. 

"Come on," He smirked as though I was being modest, when I was really not. 

"Rook," I spoke, putting emphasis on my words, "It's alright, I need to go over some things before the show. I'll see you there, okay?"