Chapter 13

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"Come on Dan, last show of the tour!" Kyle yells in my ear, shaking me awake. I groan and roll over, pulling my blanket over my head.
"Five more minutes." I whine. Woody laughs from above me.
"You said that ten minutes ago." he reminds me.
"Come on Dan." Will laughs, grabbing my ankles and tugging me out of the bed. I flop on the floor, trying not to laugh.
"Well then I guess it's time for the secret weapon." Kyle yells. I turn over and open my eyes just in time to see him lift a trumpet to his mouth. Will and Woody and both now sat on my bed, covering their ears. Kyle blows into the instrument, one long loud note.
"Okay okay I'm up!" I yell, scrambling to my feet. The guys all cheer and laugh while I grab my clothes. "Ugh I love touring but I can't wait to go home." Woody says, flopping back on the bed.
"Yeah me either." Kyle says, fiddling with the bands on his wrist.
"I just can't wait to get back to our weather." I laugh. After touring across Europe, America and half of Asia for ten months, I realize more than ever how much I love the cool are and rain from England. "Come on we better get ready." Will says, sliding off the bed. We all follow him, ready for the final show of our tour.

"That was the best show we've done!" Kyle yells, running off stage. I laugh and pull all three of them into a hug.
"You guys are the best." I mutter with a grin.
"Awh no, Dan's going all mushy again." Will laughs. I hit his arm lightly, knowing it won't hurt no matter how hard I am.
"Seriously though, I couldn't do this without you guys, you know that right?"
"Yeah we know." Woody laughs.
"We have transformed you from a weird dork to a famous weird dork." Kyle jokes. I grin at him.
"You know it's true!" I laugh.
"I can't wait to get home and just lie in my own bed and watch Twin Peaks." I sigh happily.
"Or disney movies!" Kyle adds enthusiastically.
"Believe it or not I'm going to actually spend time with my wife." Woody says seriously before bursting into laughter. We all look expectantly to Will.
"I have no friends so I'll probably just sleep and wait for one of you to call me." he winks. We all slump into bed, still discussing what we're looking forward to most when we get home until we drift off to sleep. 

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