McKenna "Mikey" Rhodes is in a quickly growing band. This year her band is booked to play Self Help Fest, a music festival created by the band A Day to Remember. It sounds great, right? Things take a turn for the worst, calling for a change of pl...
I don't know where the new album was recorded so I'm just writing it as it was recorded in Jeremy's home studio, like Common Courtesy.
Also, warning: long, intense chapter ahead. But don't worry. It will be okay. Probably.
I awoke to a godawful sound resembling a foghorn that was coming from within the depths of my boyfriend's sinuses. God, that boy could snore. I pulled my fingers from his iron tight grip as we had apparently been holding hands in our sleep and rolled over to look at the time on my phone. 7:03 a.m. We were supposed to be up an hour ago.
"Shit," I hissed. "Neil, get up." I said as I started dialing Jeremy's number.
I got up and went to my suitcase in the corner of Neil's bedroom to find clothes.
"Where are you? Please tell me you're getting donuts. I want donuts."
"Slept in. I'm really sor- Neil! Wake the fuck up! - sorry. We'll be there soon." I pulled out a plain grey tshirt and a pair of shorts.
"Its not a big deal. Josh and Alex aren't here either."
"So it's just you and Kevin?" I went over to the bed and started rubbing Neil's back trying to wake him up.
"Andrew's here. We want donuts."
"Okay we'll stop and get some fucking donuts- Neil, baby, wake up." He finally rolled over and showed signs of life, other than playing the trumpet through his nostrils.
"Coffee too."
"Coffee, donuts, anything else?" I bent down and kissed Neil's forehead before changing into the clothes I had picked out.
"Fried chicken!" I heard Josh yell through the phone. I guess he just got there.
"Donuts, coffee, fried chicken. Got it."
I got off the phone with Jeremy and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. When I finished, I went back into the bedroom to find that Neil had already fallen back asleep.
"For fuck sake..."
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"Alright, we'll call it a day." Andrew said. We had been in the studio for seven hours without breaks and it was really beginning to take a toll on everyone. Neil was getting mouthy, Jeremy was getting snippy every time Neil got mouthy, Alex looked like he could fall asleep any second now, Josh was clearly bored as he was cracking a joke every two minutes (to which Neil would reply sarcastically and Jeremy would yell, "focus!"), and Kevin had entirely given up on writing and was just strumming random songs on his guitar, pretending the rest of us didn't exist.
"Everyone go outside, take five minutes, and we'll come back and work on a plan for tomorrow." Andrew clapped his hands loudly to make sure everyone heard him.
