Mitch Grassi is a Beautiful Man

WAKE UP!

SCOTT'S POV:

The concert was great. There's nothing like performing. I was really worried about Mitch and I know everyone else was too. But he was just Queen Mitch on stage. There was no way anybody could imagine that he had been in such bad shape the day before. No trace of it at all. He was like a completely different person. Completely confident, at peace with the world. If only he could do that off stage.

He didn't go to the after party which is completely understandable. I offered to go home with him but he would have none of it. A lot of people think that after parties are just parties. But they are a really important ways to make contacts with other performers, fans and important people in the industry. They are an important part of our business and success. I networked, laughed, sang and forced myself to have a good time with everyone there. But I couldn't help thinking about Mitch.

When I got home, I didn't knock. I quietly opened his bedroom door and looked in. He was sleeping spooning a curled up Wyatt. Wyatt had hardly left his side since we got home yesterday. That was comforting and worrying. Does Wyatt know something I don't?

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Okay, back on schedule. Up at 7:30. No sign of Mitch. Peeked in, still sleeping. Went to Starbucks, picked up some mochas, left a note and went for a run. Came back, Mitch still sleeping. Took a shower, had a real breakfast and started working on some music. I lost track of time. 1:00 pm. I look in on Mitch and he's still sleeping. Wyatt's head pops up and looks at me like "Really, that's it? That's all you are going to do? Just look?"

Okay, okay, I mentally tell Wyatt. I tip toe in and whisper, "Mitch?" "Mitch?" Nothing. I rock him a bit, "Miiitch?" I sing-song whisper. Nothing. Okay, bad feeling starting in the pit of my stomach. "Mitch!" I say louder. "MITCH!" I scream and start shaking him violently. My heart is racing and my eyes are the size of saucers.

Mitch's eyes spring open and he tries to loosen my hands that are clenched around his arms. "What! What is it you lunatic! Let me go!" I drop him like a hot potato and he drops back onto the bed.

I'm dizzy, my heart is trying to break out of my chest. I collapse into a sitting position on his bed and put my head on my hands and bend over my knees trying to calm my breathing.

"What is wrong with you! I was sleeping!" Mitch yells.

I'm still trying to catch my breath.

"Sorry... sorry." I breathe out. My head became immediately soaked with sweat. "Sorry, I thought... I thought... I don't know. It's late, I tried to wake you up and you were not waking up.... You weren't waking up. YOU WEREN'T WAKING UP!" I started off in a whisper and ended in a roar standing over him and yelling like he had tried to start a fight with me or something. I was acting like a lunatic. The roller coaster of emotions over the last two days had finally caught up with me and it came out like this.

Mitch looked at me with one arm held out in front of him, between us, to protect himself from my onslaught of lunacy. Then he slowly lowered his arm and his eyes softened with understanding. He put his arms out and motioned me to come in for a hug. I crumpled into his arms and nuzzled my face into his chest and just smelled him in. He had scared the living shit out of me. Apparently this is what happens when I am scared shitless.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I got some pretty powerful meds and antibiotics and they must have put me in a deep sleep. I'm sorry for making you so worried. It's okay. I'm okay. It's okay." He said softly while he held me and rubbed circles on my back. He dropped his cheek on the top of my head.