P.O.V Nate
“Hey, man how are you feeling?” Jack says to me, slapping my face playfully.
“I’m feeling great, I’m so happy I’m finally getting over this flu!” I really am starting to get pumped for the next few shows. I’ve been pretty sick lately, nothing serious but it’s been pretty tiring to even practice. We have a show in a couple days in North Carolina, which I’m excited for. Jack tells me that from the fans that have tweeted about it that they seem really sweet. Well, all of my fans are sweet.
P.O.V. Jack
Man, I’m so fucking pumped for the next show we have. This is going to be a pretty big one, the weather looks great, Nate’s feeling better, Andrew’s great – wait? Where the hell is he anyways? I look around the bus; Andrew’s nowhere to be found. Speak of the devil, he plops down next to me.
“Dude we’re gonna stop in an hour or so to practice for our gig in a couple days” Andrew says to me. I’m thankful for our tour coordinator, she’s the best. She knows exactly when we need to practice. We’re planning to play “sight of the sun” for our show in NC, and we’ve never played it live or even rehearsed it before. Thank god we’ll have time.
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Fiksi PenggemarA story about an aspiring photographer, avid fun.atic, and broken teenager, Elle and the band fun.
