Walking After You | Dave Grohl

twenty

20

6:10 WAS ROLLING around when they finally got out of bed and got ready to head out to the venue for soundcheck. They had planned to take a quick nap but ended up not sleeping at all, instead of using the afternoon to make up for all the time spent apart from each other.

A strong pound on the door scared both of them into giggles. “Davey, stop lovemaking and hurry the fuck up. We're late,” the voice on the other side of the door started in a high–pitched tone and ended with a growl.

“Remember Krist?” Dave asked with a smirk while buttoning his dark wash jeans.

Nessa nodded and giggled with softly tinted cheeks, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it, and then straightening her clothes.

“Aye look who finally decided to leave the love shack and grace us with his presence,” Krist teased when dave opened the door.

Nessa couldn't help but be surprised with his height. Hovering in front of the door, Krist looked taller than she remembered. Next to him was a woman with dark hair that went down to her shoulders and bangs that stopped right above her eyes.

“Just leave them alone,” the girl laughed while dave and Krist exchanged a round of playful shoves. Then, she extended a hand in Nessa's direction and smiled. “Hi, I'm Shelli. I'm married to this guy”

Nessa took her hand and smiled at the warm greeting. “Hey, I'm Nessa. I like your shirt,” she pointed to Shelli's t-shirt. Nirvana's logo was at the center, and it was surrounded by a unique artwork. “Dave told me you make them. That's really cool”

“You like them?” Shelli looked down at her own shirt, smiled proudly, and then looked back at Nessa. “I usually sell them outside before the shows. You can join me tonight if you want”

Nessa was surprised by the invite. “That'd be great actually!” she chirped excitedly.

Krist sighed dramatically and threw his arms around both of the girls, pushing them to walk. “Yeah, yeah, you can bond on the way to the venue,” he said. “Silva will cut us into pieces if we're late”

“Get off my girl man,” Dave joked, lifting Krist's arm off her shoulders and replacing it with his. Krist opened his mouth to make a dirty joke about this, but a narrow look from both his wife and from Dave was enough for him to dim it down into a smirk only.

“Nah, he wouldn't cut you,” Shelli said. “He needs you to at least have arms and legs to play”

The four of them chuckled. “Don't underestimate him,” Dave warned. “He would probably find a way to stitch all of our body parts together just for the show, and then cut them off again”

“He won't have to cut them if our limbs fall off on their own due to exhaustion, though…” Krist mumbled, and Dave let out a pained sigh.

Shelli rolled her eyes and looked over at Nessa. “They're a bunch of drama queens, but would still play this many shows if it was up for them to decide”

Nessa grinned. Dave hadn't joined the band that long ago, but it seemed like he had found his people. A neat group of friends driven by the same passion. Nessa was happy that he had found a family to keep him going during the tour, and hoped it would go better than the last time.