Kissing Razors | Tony Perry

6) Tony

Tonys POV

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I feel like I can finally breathe. After constantly running around, making music all the time, and enduring the never-ending tours, I feel like I can finally stop. I haven't felt this calm in years. But somehow, when I'm around Laura, all the pressure leaves, and I feel safe.

Laying on the sandy beach, the unexpected tranquility enveloped us as we gazed up at the vast expanse of twinkling stars. It was a scene straight out of a dream. As Laura nestled against me, I could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her soft breaths, harmonizing with the soothing sounds of the ocean waves gently crashing against the shore. The cool breeze brushed against our skin, creating a refreshing ambiance that seemed to caress our beings. Time stood still in that moment, leaving only the two of us, connected in a serene symphony of nature's embrace.

Glancing down, I notice that Laura's delicate eyelids are closed, her features softened in peaceful slumber. Her gentle touch rests serenely on my torso, harmonizing with her calm breaths. A smile dances across my lips as I reach for my phone, curious about the time. The screen reveals 3:47am, and a mild curse escapes my lips as I realize the lateness of the hour.

Carefully disentangling myself from Laura's embrace, I retrieve the plastic bag and lighter, tucking them into my pocket alongside my phone. With utmost tenderness, I lift Laura in my arms, carrying her in a gentle, bridal-style hold, careful not to disturb her slumber. As we approach my car, I lay her down in the cozy embrace of the backseat. Slipping into the driver's seat, I start the car, allowing the warmth to envelop us, providing solace from the cool night air. I connect my phone to the car's Bluetooth system, scrolling through my playlists in search of the perfect song. Serendipitously, I stumble upon "Jet Black Heart" by 5 Seconds of Summer, a tune that Laura must have added herself. I've come to realize it's one of her favorite bands, and truth be told, they aren't half bad. With a gentle tap, the song begins to softly play in the background as I navigate the road, making our way towards the sanctuary of my home.

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As my slumber is abruptly interrupted by the persistent ringtone of my phone, I let out a tired sigh and begrudgingly answer, finding Vic's voice on the other end, cutting through the haze of sleep.

"What?" I groan, my annoyance evident in my tone.

"Well, hello there. Did you just wake up?" Vic's voice carries a mix of concern and subtle amusement, as if he's accustomed to my late mornings.

"Tony, do you have any idea what time it is? You're late, man. We need to start recording before we get ourselves into trouble." I glance at my phone's screen, confirming that it's already 12:06pm. Damn it.

"Uh, yeah... I didn't manage to get to sleep until like, four thirty," I mutter, sitting up slightly. From the corner of my eye, I notice Laura softly nestled next to me, still lost in her slumber.

She looks so peaceful, her hair gently covering the pillow, cascading in waves of silky strands. The faint morning light that filters through the curtains dances upon her sleeping face, highlighting her delicate features. The subtle rise and fall of her chest, synchronized with each soft breath she takes, create a rhythmic symphony of tranquility.

As I gaze at her, a rush of warmth and tenderness fills my heart. Her presence brings a sense of calm amidst the chaos of my musician's life.