The Tour

08

"Good morning sleepy head" a voice that was clearly Michael's said as I groaned opening my eyes to see I'd fallen asleep on the coach last night "you need to remember lock your door at night Nicky, I walked straight in"

"Well I didn't think you transported through the door" I sassed as he laughed as I began to sit up knowing I looked worse for wear still wearing the same dress from last night with a full face of makeup "I'm sure you've been told about last night" I said quietly as he hummed and sat down next to me

"We don't need to talk about it Nicky, these things happen. Whats this?" He questioned picking up my notepad and flicking through the pages

"Umm a diary, journal, song ideas...a mix of everything really" I replied as he nodded reading something intently

"Do you realise you started writing something last night?" He questioned as I shook my head

"No I wrote a list last night.."

"Nicky this is a song" he replied flicking past the page to something I'd clearly written last night half asleep as it was messy and half finished "Do you remember any of it?" He asked passing me the book and I began to read.

Im thinking that I've had it in so sick
Of playing in your fantasy, you always get the best of me
I waited I hate it
You've got me feeling so weak
If I could act the way you do
I'd break the good I got for something new
Play it cool

"This is about Luke" I laughed placing the book back down

"So finish it, he didn't hesitate making a song about you so do the same back" he replied as I shook my head

"That would make me as bad as him" I replied knowing I didn't want to stoop to his level making money out of a breakup that was causing so much hurt to so many people

"Fine then we will co write it and you can blame me" he replied as I smiled at him "I'm not joking where's your guitar? He asked as I pointed to the corner of the room where my black acoustic guitar sat. The same one I'd had since I was 15 years old. It goes everywhere with me it's my piece of home that I want to see the world and my progress. Luke had tried multiple times to get me a new one and to upgrade what I used but that guitar had been with me for every song I'd written and I wanted it to stay that way.

"Let's start with what you have already" Michael spoke up playing random chords on the guitar before finding a decent rhythm "try that ready 3 2 1" he said before I started singing trying to make a tune out of the small verse I'd written

As we got to the end of the small section we smiled at each other knowing we had to carry on writing.

•

"Have a good show Nicky" I heard Michael shout as I passed his dressing room and smiled in response.

I was doing it was debuting the song we wrote today. My band had practiced I knew the lyrics and me and Michael had agreed to announce that he has helped me to write it. As I arrived to the stage a wave of nerves hit as I saw Luke at the other side waving at me. He is tormenting me. Wants me to know he's not only going to watch the show but he's made the effort to come early to make sure I saw him.

I will not let him ruin this for me. I quickly jumped up and down and shook my arms and legs wanting to get any nerves I had off my body and out of my mind. I was only nervous because of a song. A song I was so proud of writing. Suddenly the stage went dark and my introduction music started and I made my way to the centre of the stage to start my set.

A few song passed and I felt my heart racing as the lights went up for me to start speaking to the crowd.

"Good evening New York!" I shouted as the crowd screamed back making me smile "I hope you are all enjoying the show so far! For any of you who don't know my name is Nicky Bright and I am from a very rainy place called London" the crowed screamed in response. This was why I was here. The crowd, my career, my small fanbase, I was doing this for me.

"I hope you guys don't mind but this next song isn't one we usually play... it's a new one that me and a guy you guys may know wrote pretty recently" I let the crowd scream again in response as I laughed slightly at their excitement "So this guy called Michael helped me write this one" I said as the screams got progressively louder

"This song is called Good Guy and I'd like to dedicate it to all the assholes we know" I said before the guitars started playing and I started to jump around before my queue to start singing.

As I sang the song there was something within me that began to feel free. I was getting my side out of mine and Luke's story out and was singing something I was so proud of to a venue that was at full capacity. This was my job. My career and I was so proud of myself for doing it. Yes I'd had help along the way from people but the rest was up to me and I was going to get there without anymore help.

Suddenly the last few words of the song left my lips and I turned to face Luke in the sidelines and sang the end straight to him.

"So drop the 'good guy'"