Eddies pov
What a mess. Just when I thought that Ashley was happy and stable and out of my life, bam. Thing was, I wasn’t exactly sure if I wanted her out of my life, it was starting to seem like fate that we would keep being thrust together. That I’d fall for her again and again, even if I didn’t want to, I didn’t seem to have a choice. It was actually kind of awkward because she was like one of my best friends, it’d always felt like that ever since we’d first started hanging out all that time ago. Problem was, as with most best friend relationships between a guy and a girl one of the people involved always seemed to fall for the other.
I’d just left Shaun’s now I was trying to find my way back to Andy’s because I’d only just remembered we had band practice today.
I felt like total crap and my white shirt had blood on it, my jeans were all creased and messy and I could feel my hair sticking up in clumps. But for once I didn’t really care about weather I looked good, my mind had all sorts of other things flowing through it like electric currents. A song was forming in my head, it came easy, much easier than the other songs i’d written.
“don’t ever never if forever let yourself go stay true to who you are, never ever if forever let those dreams fall we are in this together”
I’d been toying with the lyrics and ideas over night, in between trying to sleep and having nightmare-plauged dreams. It said everything I wanted it to say, everything I wanted to say to ash. I knew exactly how it was going to sound.
“my heart splits in two one for me and one for you..” just over an hour later we were in Andy’s garage, trying hard to put in a good practice session. My head was pounding, Jed looked like every note he played was scratching into his brain, James was banging on his drums with a pained look on his face, and half way through the song Jackson had to run out of the room looking white as a ghost. He came back a few minutes later rubbing his forehead and grabbed my bottle of water from beside my foot.
“bet you enjoyed that” Andy winked and left the room, coming back a minute or so later with a glass of lemonade and 3 panadol. Jackson took them gratefully before flopping onto the ground and covering his eyes.
“get up you sook” Andy’s voice was sarcastic and he was grinning.
“ughhh can’t. Feel too sick..” his voice was cracked and low, making him sound worse.
“if you can’t play with a hangover than you’re not going to make it in this business..”
“give me a minute. Im pretty sure I just threw up a major organ..”
Andy laughed again, said something about giving us 5 minutes to get it together and left the room again.
“get it together guys for gods sake. This is our big chance and we can’t blow it” being the lyricist, lead guitarist and lead singer of the band it felt like I could claim the band as “mine” so it felt like I could moan when things were failing.
James nodded slightly and pulled a packet of panadol from somewhere behind his drums, Jackson just groaned and pulled his jacket over his head, at least Jed seemed to be willing to agree. He grabbed some of james’s panadol and took my water bottle off Jackson, it’s funny how none of them had any trouble just drinking out of anyone’s bottle. I guess we’re close, because I didn’t really have any problem drinking from the same bottle as them.
I wanted to get this over with and work on my song, so I used my grumpy voice.
“Jackson get the fuck up”
He agreed although he looked like he was about to throw up again, but he picked up his guitar. Andy and bradie came back in, I counted us in and we tried again.
I got lost in the lyrics, ignoring the pounding in my ears, letting it all spin out of my control
