I was already missing Jack. I was left sitting alone in the bar after he was dragged away by his band members, yelling over his shoulder that he was sorry and that they had a surprise show to play. So before we could exchange numbers,any form of social media, or any way to contact one another, he was gone. We had had the best time within the two hours we were squished next to each other in the bar of the diner, but two hours didn't feel like enough.
I thought maybe I would find him again, with him being from Baltimore and all, but I recalled he'd be going on tour shortly and wouldn't be back for months.
So maybe we weren't meant to be friends. Maybe this was a sign that we'd be better off without each other. Did it feel that way during the time we spent together? Of course not. But I certainly had no hope of seeing him again, it'd be practically impossible. I could visit one of the shows they were playing but that would be creepy, wouldn't it. Yeah, I guess it would be.
And with that, I decided to go home. The snow had melted and it was already the morning of January first. It would only take me an hour or so to get to the small apartment I shared with my three best friends, but I was exhausted, hungry, and my brain was fogged from the extensive amount of alcohol I had consumed. Overall, I was grouchy. And I assumed I would be dragged into an endless conversation with my friends on how I was out all night and didn't bother to call. I was dreading this most of all. I wouldn't have been so pessimistic about the situation but I wasn't in any mood to be interrogated about my night out, I just wanted to go home and sleep.
The key turned as quietly as I could make it, creating only a soft click as it unlocked. The door creaked as I set it ajar and I let a few profanities escape my mouth before I proceeded to enter the apartment. As I hoped, the lights were all off and no one was awake. I maneuvered my way around the living room, avoiding waking Chloe who slept on the couch, and tiptoed my way to my bedroom. I let out a sigh of relief when I made my way there without being stopped, then without changing from clothes to pajamas, I crashed onto my bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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As I suspected, I was awoken with the yell of my own name. But much to my surprise, it wasn't out of anger. The voice shouting at me sounded ecstatic and I could hear as well as feel them running around the entire apartment, opening and closing doors to wake the others.
I groaned and slammed my pillow over my head to drown out the squeals coming from who I guessed to be Emerald, who was known for rising early, and waited for her to come to tell me about what was making her so excited. My head throbbed from the extreme hangover I had and the last thing I wanted was to be disturbed.
I heard the door swing open and Emmys voice tell me something in a rushed voice. I couldn't tell if I was hearing her right or if the pillow over me made me hear things, but my eyes widened nevertheless. "Emmy," I said as I sat up, uncovering my ears, "did you just say what I think you said?"
"Yes Sally! We got signed!"
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So this chapter is suckish and short but I needed to have it to get things into motion. Start the story and whatnot. Just incase you were confused, Emmy is short for Emerald okay? Okay.
