Aspiring musician Hazel Hill runs into the successful musician Remington Leith of Palaye Royale on Valentines Day 2019
THE ONLY A/N I WILL EVER LEAVE:
The first 6 or so chapters were written mid 2019 by a very awkward 17 year old me who was too scar...
I wake up groggy as hell on the couch. I look around the room remembering last night. I get up and decide to take a shower but stop when I find Bailey puking her guts out into my toilet.
"Shit man are you okay?" I say kneeling down to pull her messy blonde hair back.
Her body takes a break from puking, and she asks, "What did you let me do last night."
I chuckle, "I believe you're the one who yelled, "Let's get fuckin wasted!" after we walked in the door.
"I don't remember tha-" she throws up the rest of her sentence into the bowl.
I laugh and shake my head pulling out a scrunchy from the drawer next to me to pull her hair into an *extra* messy bun, "Alright, you know where the ibuprofen is, I'm going to make breakfast."
She gives me a thumbs-up as I leave the room. I first go to find Skyler, who's asleep in my room. I leave her be and get started on breakfast.
30 minutes later there are enough pancakes and orange juice for everyone. Throughout breakfast Skyler would not stop bugging me about Austin, even Bailey started teasing me about it. Needless to say, when it was time for them to leave, I was grateful.
I cleaned up my apartment, finally took a shower, got dressed in my classic black skinny jeans, shirt, and red flannel, then headed over to Asher and Damien's house for band practice.
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"Heyo!" I open the door and put my guitar case down.
"Hazellll" Asher came up and bro-hugged me.
"Hey, Haz!" Damien greeted.
"Wait, wait, before we start, I need to know, because you tell me everything, right?" Asher asks.
"Uh, yes?" I respond he's my closest friend, of course, I tell him everything.
"What's up with Skyler?" he asks, I groan.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"She spam tweeted about you meeting Remington Leith?"
"Oh god..." I roll my eyes, but Asher looks at me expectantly, "Yeah I ran into Remington Leith in Target, it's nothing big. We talked for like a minute, she's probably overhyping it."
"Oooooo?" Asher says.
"No "oooooo". Nothing's going to come of it, and it doesn't even matter...I still not over Taylor..." I say but mumble that last part.
Asher sighs and Damien asks, "Hey can we just start playing music? We have a gig at the end of this week."
"Please," I agree, and band practice begins.
6 hours later, everyone's tired and mine and Damien's fingers are sore, while Asher's arms are similarly in pain.
I pack my guitar, amp, and backpack I take everywhere. Once I'm done and ready to leave Asher gives me a sweaty hug and says, "See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow" I smile and head out the door.
Once I'm home I immediately jump in the shower. Once that's done, I grab a granola bar and feed Midnight. I sit down on the couch and open the laptop. I'm basically the band manager at the moment, so I do my usual of tweeting links to our album and tell people to stream it, respond to some comments, check-in with the venue to make sure everything's good to go this Friday. Lastly, I send our previous EP into a few demo submissions for a few local and independent labels. Once I'm satisfied with my work, I go to bed and fall asleep so I can get up and go to work tomorrow. Ah, the life of a struggling musician.
