1991
Denali
ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
It was quiet today, that in itself bothered me. The subway rocking as it sped through the tunnels, taking me through route to arrive to my destination. As the subway came to a halt, I got up and walked out of the doors.
The subway station was always busy in New York, because it was New York. Pigeons and rats scurried around the floors of the station looking for any crumb on the floor.
"I'll finally be on tour" I told myself, smiling as I was brought out to center of Manhattan. I looked up to all the towering skyscrapers and twin towers as I made my way to the air port. My luggage began to grow heavy in my arms as I ran through the doors of the airport. I stopped at security and got through fine, noticing I only had ten minutes to get to the gate of my plane to Las Angeles.
I pushed through people, watching different people flood through the gates.
"Ticket" the woman said with a snarky attitude, watching as I was already struggling to hold my bags and suitcase.
"I'll help you with that" a woman said kindly, offering to hold my two bags in my arms.
"Thank you so much" I smile at her handing her my bags.
I reached into my pockets and pulled out a plane ticket feeling so thrilled to leave New York for the first time in years.
I moved to NYC after my mothers death. We lived in Quebec, Canada before I moved out here. Of course I loved it there but I couldn't have the thought of my old home without my mother and my father not in the picture. My grandparents meant everything to me and were all I had for family now. They supported me with about 500$ each month so I could pay half my rent at least.
And now because of it I'm on my way to the big stages, along side Judas Priest.
Just 5 hours and 15 minutes to go.
It was pretty late and I was already feeling nervous with the fact I have never been to LA or knew any one from here. So I was in fact alone. My manager told me to get a cab and go to the location he gave me which was just some big fancy bus loop with all our busses there. The cab ride was very awkward, from me being asked if I was from around here, my occupation, and etcetera.
I found my manager and waved at him, making him smile and wave me over. As I got closer I noticed who he stood by. Phil Asnselno.
"Hey! How was the plane ride?" He asked. I shrugged it off not really caring about anything he asked me. My mind was rattled on how the buss loop only had three busses. I counted on my fingers and in my head over and over again trying to think of why there wasn't a bus for myself and my crew.
"John, uh... where is my tour bus?" I asked. Phil snickered and wrapped his arm around me.
"Your stuck tourin' with us!" He patted my shoulder making me cringe and pray that this wasn't true.
"Alright the gags up, where's my bus?" I asked using a more serious tone.
Before John could say anything, Phil beat him to the punch.
"You didn't hear me right, you're touring WITH us" he said accentuating the 'with' in the sentence.
"John! What the hell!" I yelled getting angry.
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