Jacksons pov
My morning had not started out well. Firstly I got woken up an hour before I had to be up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Then Eddie slept in and I had to go and wake up him up. After that of all things that could have happened he had to be naked.
But i was going to put all those things behind me, when I picked up my gutair everything just seemed so much easier. I could forget everything I was stressing over, and just get lost in the music. Now we were going to tour with short stack it was time to get very serious, practice practice practice.
As well as practicing our songs we had to deffinately work on our people skills, I’d been studying short stacks videos for what to expect and the fans were insane. Not being quite so famous it wouldn’t be as bad for us, but if I was honest I was pretty nervous about it.
I was playing check this once and not paying much attention to anything except the music, just staring into space and dreaming.
“check this once, check this twice…. I love you Jackson” that caught my attention.
“focus jacko!! You’ve played the same line 4 times..” Eddie sounded majorly pissed off at me, I had an idea why and it deffinately involved the video on my phone, which luckily for me was in my back pocket. Which was a place I hoped he wouldn’t be willing to go to get his hands on it.
Jed, was as usual up for anything to do with trouble “look out Ed, jackos got something new to get his sexual release from” and he winked before sprinting off. With Eddie right on his heels swearing at him. They were always the immature ones.
They re-appeared a few minutes later, both of them pink cheeked and puffing. Then as usual they both forgot about it and we started practicing again. It was always the same story, a few of us would fight, then make up then end up fighting over something else. We were so close we were practically family, I knew more about those 3 boys then they knew about themselves.
By the time we’d finished all the stuff we filed under “band practise” (band practise did include an awful lot of stuff we did to pass time, including eating candy and playing footy….) it was later afternoon and the sun that nice balmy afternoon temperature.
After I was dropped off I got my skateboard out of the garden shed, it’d been a while since I’d had enough time to enjoy riding it.
I felt like such a stereotypical teenage guy, skateboard, skinny jeans and vans with a random band shirt from the back of my cupboard. I didn’t want to be a stereotyped guy, being a stereotype was so boring. I wanted to be different and I would be. That was my goal. Well that and to make music that’d make a difference.
