Finishing This Coffee

Brad

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I've decided that Mum might have been right about this whole diary thing. This isn't a diary though. This is a series of memories. If the other boys knew they'd tease me ceaselessly, well, they probably wouldn't, but they might be laughing on the inside. Maybe. I don't know. But regardless, it's not something I want to be made publicly known so this series of memories is a secret.

I have a show tomorrow. We've rehearsed endlessly and I'm so excited to get back on the stage again after our well-earned break. Obviously it's lovely to have time off to spend as we please but nothing competes with being on stage and performing to a crowd of screaming fans. Our fans are incredible. I love them so much. They're crazy, but it makes life so exciting and makes it even more of a roller coaster than I'd ever imagined the life of a singer to be.

I'm celebrating my night of freedom by cuddling with Jess (my beautiful golden retriever dog) and watching Breaking Bad. As per usual, it was very exciting and I enjoyed it very much. Nat came and watched the ending with me and although she doesn't quite share the same enthusiasm as me about Breaking Bad, she seemed to really enjoy it by the time the credits were rolling. "It's such a shame I'm not free to come to your show tomorrow" she said, genuine regret lingering in the tone of her voice. I nodded in agreement, it was. "There'll be another time." I reassured her as best as I could. She smiled at me, like a proud mother looks at her son. "I'm so proud of you Brad" she told me. I laid Jesse down on the sofa and went to hug my sister. "Thank you." I replied softly.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter until I made the responsible decision to go to bed, so that I would be on top form for tomorrow and could deliver the best performance that I possibly could.