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Don't Mix Exes With Currents

It was a Thursday morning some time in the middle of August when my body decided to call it quits. I had a serious case of walking pneumonia, a voice similar to Kermit's, and  green shit  coming from virtually every orifice of my body (nose and throat). All the guys were afraid to get within a ten mile radius of me and I didn't even feel like death... I was death.

The tour manager decided it was in everyone's best interest to cancel the tour which not only made the band sad but every fan who had purchased a ticket to our upcoming shows. The most important thing was to keep my voice safe and not put any stress on it, so I had to grit my teeth on this one. Something like this has never happened before, therefore to think I'm not terrified is a lie. I have sung through a cold but this was no cold. This was the grim reaper deciding to take a vacation in my body and then investing in a time share.

Like I said, everyone was sad to cancel but the only plus was that we were almost to the finish line. We literally had two weeks left and that comforted me slightly to know at least some fans managed to see us. Our management decided to refund any tickets and promise a tour later on making me somewhat content. It was the only thing we could think to do.

Sloane acted as the best nurse anyone could ask for. Sometimes I wonder if medicine is her calling or if she inherited the acting gene as well. She tended to me and made sure my health was restored completely. That even included hiding my cigarettes and forcing me to drink lots of water and orange juice. Alie even stepped up to the plate to stock us up with groceries and anything Sloane needed as well. No matter how many times I demanded chicken soup and tissues, Alie always ran out and got them. Her dedication is rather admirable.  

Finally, after a lot of rest (me, rest?), yucky medicine that tasted like week old asshole, and a smoking ban, I am healthy. Sloane left just yesterday for her senior year so now I'm all alone with no one but myself. I have Alie but...

I decide that maybe some Netflix will satiate my boredom so I open my laptop and lounge on my messy bed that hasn't been made since before I came home. With a band tee and some gray sweatpants, I couldn't be any comfier. Bed beats a cramped bunk any day. 

My mouse scrolls over to the Netflix icon but not before I get a Skype notification. I click on it to see that Ebony wants to video chat.

A little bubble of excitement pops out of my belly and spreads through my body ending at the tips of my toes and fingers. I grin and click the "accept" button before it hangs up. Within seconds Ebony's beautiful smile is only inches away from me.

"Hey, Rock star," she smiles. Her hair is in a messy ponytail and there's a sheen of sweat glistening her body. My Sherlock Holmes skills lets me figure out that she just came back from the gym. I can tell she's home now because her apartment, which is way more cleaner and up to date, acts as a backdrop.

I send her a little wave, "How was the gym?"

She reaches behind her to grab a water bottle and I can see more of her body. With just a sports bra and gym shorts, her tan body radiates even more. The visual is definitely nice. "Alright," she responds, "Jen and I did this new boot camp class so I'm basically a ball of sweat. I don't think it's legal to push someone that hard." She makes a point to massage her sore muscles making my own hands twitch to be the one to do that. "How's your death bed? Write me into your will yet?" she jokes.

"Well, I decided I'll be leaving my vibrator collection to you," I state as a matter of fact.   

She puts a hand to her heart, "Baby, that is the nicest thing you could ever do for me." We both fall into laughter with our teeth showing and eyes squinted.