Savannah // Michael Clifford

0.6 - Cheer Up

Savannah

Mason called me the next day. I hadn't heard him cry in a long while so hearing it then broke my heart. His mom's taking a really bad turn and that she was only given a few more days left. I couldn't even understand what he was going through. I was not close to my parents in the least bit.

It was hard for him and as much as I told him I would be there for him and his family, he wouldn't let me fly out to him. I had already talked with Breanna and the tour manager for the guys and they had given me the permission to leave; me asking them before talking it with Mason.

I was conflicted on what to do. Mason said it would be okay if I didn't come since they wanted it to be just family for the time being but I knew he was hurting because he had always had a close relationship with his parents and siblings; one much better than mine.

All of this was making my mood off today as everyone that I was around tried to take my mind off of things. At the moment Taylor was dancing around the stage as I sat on the floor watching him and some crew members.

My phone was plugged up to a stereo with The Summer Set radio playing loudly off my Pandora app.

"Come on, Savannah. I know that this is affecting you but you're on tour and Mason did say that you should stay here because it's your job."

Taylor sat down beside me as the remaining chords of 'Fuck U Over' drifted in the background. I sighed softly, bring my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.

"Taylor." My voice clipped as I did not want to discuss this with anyone at the moment. I barely knew what to say about it.

"Please cheer up, Vannah. I know that it's a lot to ask but you've got a show tonight and you don't want to be sad for that, now do you?" Sighing, I shook my head. As much as I hated the feeling I had, I couldn't be sad for all those people. They didn't deserve that.

"So how about I bring Michael and Luke to the stage so we can try and cheer you up?"

I raised my eyebrow, how was he going to get those two to come and cheer me up. They were probably playing some game or off exploring the town we were in.  Taylor took my gesture as it being an okay, leaving me alone on the stage. I sat my head on my knees, my eyes wandering across the side of the stage where all of the stage equipment and instruments were kept.

I stole a glance around the room, taking notice that there was only a few crew members around before getting up and grabbing the acoustic guitar that was hanging up and sitting back in my original spot; tuning the guitar.

With a small breath, I started strumming up the tune I came up with for a new song.

'Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Dug my way out, Blood and fire.

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss 'No way, it's all good'

It didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look I'm still around'

So far that's all that I've got for the song. I haven't been working on it long but it was coming together really well. If I could just put the rest of my feelings into words.