My Eyes Are Blind But I Can See

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I woke up to the familiar sound of my alarm clock, I turned it off and rolled out of bed. It was another day of slow productivity, another day of my bandmates not cooperating with me.

I walked over to my dresser and picked out a shirt, feeling the fabric to see if it was a T shirt or a hoodie. I could tell it was my L.A. hoodie, I pulled it over my head and grabbed a pair of jeans.

You're probably wondering how I get dressed, considering I can't see colors and all, so I have no way of knowing if my outfit matches or not. To answer that question, I only wear black and grey aside from a few red and blue shirts.

I grabbed my cane from my nightstand, as well as my sunglasses. I prefer to wear them because I only have one eye and all that's left is the socket.

I started walking to the bus stop, I can't drive, so I take the bus to get to the studio.
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I got off the bus and walked into the building, sliding my cane back and forth along the floor. I walked into the room and sat down where I thought my stool was, but I instead fell flat on my ass.

I heard a snicker from the backup guitarist and the drummer.

"Oh hardy fucking har, Bryce. Where's my stool?" I said with an irritable tone as I got up off the carpeted floor.

I heard him move my stool back where it was supposed to be, I sat down and picked up my guitar. I tested the strings, each of them still in the same tuning I left them in.

I started playing my own melodies that I had come up with. I imagined playing them on stage, with bandmates who actually give a shit.

I thought about how much I didn't like being in a band with the people I am now. Why am I still here?

I don't know what came over me, but I stood up and walked out. I walked away with the intention of never coming back.

"Dar-Bear? Where ya goin?" Bryce called out as I left.

I've wasted so much time with these people, and all they want me for is to be their mascot. I sing the songs they write, its the same sound over and over. I'm not getting anywhere, and I don't want it to be that way anymore.

"I quit! You guys fucking suck! Go find someone else to drain the life out of!" I said and shut the door with my cane.

I walked to the lounge and sat down by myself on a couch. I sighed, knowing I'd have to find another band. But I was happy I didn't have to deal with them anymore.

I grounded myself and set my cane on the ground next to me. I put my head down and grabbed one of the acoustic guitars that were hanging on the wall.

I played some of my songs on it, I enjoyed playing guitar by myself.

By myself is where the best time is spent.