Lie To The Truth (Ryden)

dangerous blues.

I finally decided to get myself up and stop drowning in self pity.

Still drowsy, I made my way to the bathroom. My hair was an absolute mess and getting too long.
My looks basically reflected my life.

I always felt some kind of way in the morning. Wether it be ready to take on the day or worthless. There was no in between.
I could smell the warm, rustic aroma of the fresh coffee that was being brewed. Ah, finally something to look forward to.

I grabbed the warm cup, and took a sip of the blazing hot coffee. It was actually quite relaxing to me and almost a daily ritual to help me calm down.

"Um, we don't have all day. Can you hurry up already." Jon yelled across the room to me.
I rolled my eyes, I really wasn't ready for what the day had coming for me.

We had a show that night. The venue, quite small actually, contacted us more then probably 5 times, making sure we would be there on time. Something about 'not being able to trust people' or like that of the sorts.

"I cannot believe you actually contacted that shít place of a venue," I said with a hint of disapproval in my voice.
"It's not even worth the money."

"Well too bad. We made the commitment and we're going to stick to it." Jon, obviously annoyed, shot back at me.

I rolled my eyes, got up, and started to pack up my bags with the worst feeling of doubt in me.

This was the first show I would play without him.