Fix Me

Sing Sing

Josh's POV

The band and I start practicing at two in the afternoon. We want to get all of our songs down to a science so we don't forget them during shows and shit.

"Yo, Josh! Let's start with an older song. Your pick." Matt Webb, lead guitarist, tells me. I nod and smile, trying to think of a good one.

"Ooh! Let's do Sing Sing! It's fun." I jump up and down with excitement. It's hard to do, what with my tight ass pants and all. The guys start to play and I sing.

Can I have your attention? Whoa Whoa Whoa
I just open my mouth
Is it clear?
Is it loud for you?

You just need me to be stable
But I won't be able
To keep it together again
Now don't pretty please me
Do not make it that easy to slow me down

It's no wonder
I'm not eating
I'm not sleeping
You say
Sing, sing to me
Sing me something I need
Sing new, sing good
God I wish that I could

Are you hearing me now? Whoa whoa whoa
Hear the sad little sounds as they fall from my mouth whoa

You just need me to be stable
But I won't be able
To keep it together again
Now don't pretty please me
Do not make it that easy to slow me down

It's no wonder
I'm not eating
I'm not sleeping
You say
Sing, sing to me
Sing me something I need
Sing new, sing good
God I wish that I could

All my indecision
All of my excess
Don't you ever tell me I'm not lovin' you best
I just need a minute
I just need a breath
You're very hard to drink to my continued success

Do I have your attention?

You just need me to be stable
But I won't be able
To keep it together again
(together again)
Now don't pretty please me
Do not make it that easy to slow me down

It's no wonder
I'm not eating
I'm not sleeping
You say
Sing, sing to me
Sing me something I need
Sing new, sing good
God I wish that I could

(Sing, sing to me)
All my indecision
(Sing, sing to me)
(Sing, sing to me)
All of my excess
(Sing,sing to me)
Don't you ever tell me I'm not lovin' you best
All my indecision
All of my excess
Don't you ever tell me I'm not lovin' you best
God I wish that I could

Yeah-eah-eah!

As we finish the song, there's a knock on the door. Mike Ayley, bassist, goes to answer it. I walk over to the fridge and grab a coke zero (I have a serious addiction to it, but I'm working on getting over it . . .). I then go to the door, just as a girl turns to walk away.

"Hey, Mike. Who's this?" I ask him, thinking she would walk away. She doesn't, instead she turns and shakes my hand.

"Oh, I'm Sarah. My friends and I just moved in below you." She smiles with a beautiful row of teeth.

"I'm Josh." I smile back and drop her hand. She must have no idea who we are. "I'll let you get back to wherever you were going, but it was nice to meet you." I turn to Mike, noticing that he wants to say something.

"Her and her friends are trying to sleep. We should practice later." Mike gives me a look that says, 'Play nice, Ramsay' and walks away.

"Sleep? It's 2 pm, why the fuck are you sleeping?" I have come to the conclusion that Sarah and her friends must be crazy, or American. Or both . . .

"We drove for almost a whole day yesterday. We have the right to be tired." She seems agitated as she walks away. I didn't mean to make her upset. Oops. I close the door and walk back to the guys.

"What was that all about?" Ian Castleman, drummer, asks.

"I just pissed off a fucking teenaged girl." I laugh and fall onto the couch beside Matt. He looks at me in confusion, so I elaborate. "She's trying to sleep in the middle of the afternoon!"

"Who sleeps at 2 pm?" He asks, letting out a chuckle with me.

"That's what I said. Let's wait a few hours until we practice again." I suggest, standing and walking towards the door. If she lives below us, Sarah must live in number 5. I want to apologize for my attitude, I feel like a douche. I exit my apartment and go after her, thinking about what to say when I get to her door. I'm sorry?