Save Me. [ in editing ]

Nineteen

  I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my hair and body. Grabbing a washcloth I started to wipe off my makeup and clean it up. I looked in the mirror and looked at my red, raw face from scrubbing all the dirt and grime off.

I opened the door and pulled the towel around my body tighter. "Chase?"

"Yeah?" He answered, his eyes glued to the tv in the hotel room.

"You can take a shower now," I said walking into the room.

"Thanks, did you leave me and hot water?" He smiled at me cheekily.

"Yes I did, now go, I need to get dressed."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, what ever you say princess," he mocked.

I laughed as he closed the bathroom door behind him. I slipped on a random pair of underwear and a loose pair of pajama pants along with a thick t-shirt. I sat down on the bed and yawned, it was late, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I changed the channel on the tv and saw a movie I hadn't seen before.

I sighed and curled up in the blankets. I closed my eyes and shifted the pillows so I was looking at the tv without my neck hurting. The show turned out amazing and it was a guarantee that we were in our way to fame.

I believe that we can get there and show the world that we are people that are not meant to be pushed around or abused. I would do something, once I had the money, to get my mom out of that hell hole with my so called dad.

Saying that word, dad, was like venom on my tongue. It bothered me, in my mind I had no dad.

I was crying without realizing it until I opened my eyes and felt them run down my warm cheeks. Chase came back in with his pajama pants. Might I mention no shirt?

His faded scars were just pink and white lines on his already pasty white chest. I blushed when I noticed him watching me.

"Like what you see?" He whispered as a joke.

I smiled and blushed harder. "Maybe," I said without embarrassing myself too much.

He smiled and crawled into bed beside me. "Sweet dreams May," he kissed my forehead and closed his eyes.

"You too Chase." I whispered back while turning the television off.

I tossed and turned all night. I ended up pulling on my vans and jacket and walking down to a little coffee shop. I bought a large hot chocolate and a cream filled donut and sat quietly at a high stool table by myself. I had my headphones in and I looked out at the empty, quiet street and sighed.

I took out my phone and looked at the time. 5:18 am
I finished my donut and walked out of the little shop sipping on my cocoa silently as I went back to the hotel room.

"Hey! Where have you been?" Chase asked hurriedly.

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep so I went and got a drink down the street."

"What did you get?" He asked as he pulled on his shirt and throwing on his jacket.

"Jut some cocoa, nothing special. I was going to get us all donuts by the way but I was a dollar short."

"That sucks, I would of totally enjoyed a donut this chilly morning." He grabbed both our bags and we headed out of the hotel to the van. He chucked the bags into the back. "We have the middle row today. Ryan is driving and Derek is directing. So you can sit in the back or with me."

"I'll just sit with you." I found my blanket and pillow and cuddled into Chase's chest.

"Oh, May?"

"Yeah?"

"I forgot to tell you something."

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"Hot Topic gave us all $50 gift cards to buy new clothes and such."

"Awesome. We'll have to make a pit stop somewhere to use them."

"Yep, until then, let's go back to sleep."

The way to the next venue seemed to take hours. To sum it up, it really went like this:

• Screaming songs at the tops of our lungs
• Writing some music
• Complaining about stupid stuff
• Stopping at a Fast Food Joint for burgers
• Deciding who drives next
• What we should do when we get there
• Stopping at a sketchy gas station
• More singing and writing

Yep, I guess you could say it was eventful. By the end of this 5 hour journey we had two... Maybe three bags of garbage and like seven empty bottles.

Let's just say we all had to piss really bad. So the first thin we asked the nice manager was 'Where is the bathroom?' He was super nice and showed us where it was while he figured out what we were to do to set up and stuff.

And again we got free food, and helpers, and maybe a free drink or two. Setting up on stage and to skip the stupid details of this story and chapter view chapter eighteen for details.

Anyways, right before our show a very fancy man, way too fancy for us, came to talk to us about him being our manager. His name was Zack Snare, he was in his early 30s and wanted to manage us. We discussed an offer with him. All he really wanted was to boost us up enough to get a beater manager and record label. He wanted us to get to Warped Tour level. Warp tour by summer.

When he said that it was a done deal. We agreed after tonight we would travel to his recording studio and figure out our first album, merchandise, and how to get out there more. The one he said before leaving was "you need to become a regular band at multiple places in one area. Eventually tons of people will want to see you and you guys and gal will go big."

When he left we thought about it and he was right. His idea was the best idea that none of us ever had. But we had a show to do.

Fun now. Work later.

That's how I wanted it to be.