Yee Haw Writes

Livin' The Dream-Morgan Wallen

The spotlight.

A lot of people'd love to be in the spotlight in Morgan's place, and he'll be the first to admit it to you.
Sure, being famous is nice and so is the money that comes from his job. But people in his industry are cutthroat, so quick to crown and condemn you for the littlest things.

He'd give it all up to see his son's face, his wife's face and get a home cooked meal at his mama's house with his siblings.

"Morgan." Luke chirped, resting his arm in the doorway of the tour bus, peeling away the curtains to the bed Morgan was laying in, fully clothed. "Fuck off."

Between the Adderall and the adrenaline he never gets any rest anymore.

The stress from leaving his wife and his only son at home alone while he's gone on the Dangerous tour with his band is killing him. He misses them so damn bad but he's thousands of miles away from his hometown in Tennessee.

He signed his life away to Big Loud to be the life of the party and he wishes he could change it, go back and never sign to that label.

Seeing the world ain't really seeing the world when you're in and out of venues every day and night without an end in sight.

He's sure he's looked at like he's a rockstar, some little kid off some where's role model, yet he's also been in and out of cop cars before.

He always drank because he thought he needed to, that liquid courage flowing through his veins every show.

Livin' out of his suitcases, trashin' hotel bars every time he's there.. everybody judged him by his long hair, always assuming he didn't care because of his looks.

People would bitch about a spot where people would kill to be.

But nothing's ever as good as it seems on television.

Another day, another venue.

And there's always trouble he gets into.

"I think you'll like the show we're playin' tonight." Luke grinned before leaving Morgan alone to get ready.

Morgan rolled his baby blue eyes, sitting up at the edge of his shitty bunk with his head in his hands.

"I'm never getting drunk again." He groans, grabbing a wrinkled Tennessee Vols t-shirt from his suitcase, a pair of jeans along with it.

His silver cross necklace still hung around his neck.

He'd be damned if he ever took it off.

He gets dressed, then peeks out the window of his tour bus.

He messes with the hem of his tattered Vols shirt, trying to get the orange and white fabric to fit him the way he wanted before he went outside.

The second he steps out of the bus, he's met by an excited squeal of his one and only baby boy:Indigo Wilder Wallen.

"Daddy!" Indie shouts, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his father-the first time he'd seen his daddy in months.

"Indigo, Y/N!" Morgan shouts, his shit eatin' grin on his goofy face as he runs up to the two, wrapping his arms around them.

He pulls away, his hands sat on his wife's shoulders.

She's got Indie popped up onto her hip, her arm around her little boy, other arm around Morgan's neck. "I didn't know our next show was in Sneedville! Luke, the hell, man? Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/N chuckled. "Morgan, no cussing in front of ND. You know he picks up words easily."

"Sorry baby." Morgan smiled sweetly at her, leaning in to kiss her cheek.