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"MR VERETTI, I JUST RECEIVED A CALL FROM Parkwood. Rehearsals are in two hours sir," Brimsley assured, tapping Trey's sleeping body. He groaned, squinting his eyes to adjust to the sunlight.
"Yo?" He asked, exhaustion evident in his voice while his head throbbed due to his hangover. "What the fuck happened last night?"
"You must get up for rehearsals," Brimsley opened the blinds, allowing the sun to fully seek inside the bedroom. He cursed, running his hands through his curls. After, he brushed his teeth and changed into a pair of shorts and an athletic sweatshirt.
After, Trey headed to the gym where he started his 45-minute run. When he came back, he was already feeling better. He asked Brimsley to get bags of ice and soon the butler returned with four bags. He poured them into his bathtub.
He stripped to his underwear and entered the tank, feeling the ice-cold water surround his body. According to the internet, normal people take ice baths. Taking ice baths helped with inflammation and relieved pain after workouts.
After Trey's bath, he took a shower and completed his morning routine. Soon, he started making breakfast. When the eggs were ready, he emptied them onto the plate and turned off the stove. Since the table was already set, he placed the dishes onto the mats. He cleaned the kitchen and didn't finish until it was spotless.
Then he grabbed his guitar and secured the case around his back. He thanked Brimsley and left his suite, heading towards Keith's and Dave's.
He first knocked on Keith's door which opened after a couple of seconds. He adjusted the collar of his opened short-sleeved dress shirt before placing a hat over his hair. "Man, I don't know what happened last night but that hangover was sum serious."
"You think we'll get away with this shit?"
"Trey, don't miss me off. You look fine. 'Fact, you look the most sober out of all of us," Keith verbalized, and Trey nodded. They knocked on Dave's presidential suite yet he didn't answer. They continued knocking until he finally opened the door, looking disheveled. It was clear he had just woken up because his eyes could barely open. "What the fuck man?"
"You ain't set your alarm? Dave, we got rehearsal!"
"Oh shit!"
"Man, I deadass knew older people got dementia but I ain't know it came this early," Trey rolled his eyes, checking the time. "Nigga, get your bitch ass up!"
"I'm 4 years older than you. Besides, I don't have a butler to clean my ass. Give me a second, damn!" He cursed, closing the door and locking them in the hallway. Keith only looked at Trey while holding his bass guitar. "You ready?"
"Yeah," He said, "I'm ready."
TIMESKIP
"So he just gon drop our asses off here?" Dave asked watching as their chauffeur drove away. Keith turned around and headed towards the security gate. "Cars can't go inside. Only golf carts."
