With a New Face of Failure

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"Thank you! Good night, Los Angles!" Kyle said to the crowd of hot sweaty people that cried our name. I waved and walked off. Someone grabbed my guitar and went off with it. I took off all my tops and went into my dressing room and threw the tops on the floor. Someone will clean that up. 

"Hey, Oliver, you ok?" Just a security guard.

"Yeah." I sunk into the couch. The door burst open and the rest of the crew strolls in, laughing. 

"Hey, Oliver." They crowded my couch.

"You seem upset!" Roger slurs, he was obviously high or drunk. As always.

"Naw, I'm good, just so freaking tired." I rubbed my forehead. A scent swirled in the air. Pot. "Dude. Pot is so bad for you." I look at Roger. He just sat there and blew smoke rings in my face. 

"Eh, I don't care. Seems like the fans like it." He laughed and handed it in a circle. When it got to me I just handed to Toni. 

"Dude. It's just a small puff." Toni mocked me as he whiffed it in, then slowly breathed out. A small knock broke the awkward conversation.

"It's Big Jo. We got some fans... Chicks." He said through the door. The guys took their own seats and I was left on my seat, but the other side of me was Roger. 

"Alright." Kyle smiled and fixed himself up as the 3 ladies came through the door. "Hello, Ladies." He said slowly, but in a seductive way. 

"Hi, Kyle." They giggled as one sat one the end of his seat, one sat on Roger and one sat on the edge of Toni's chair. "We're your biggest fans. We have, like, all you albums." The rest murmured in agreement. Valley girls. So annoying. As they talked, and smoked, I got up and started to leave and grabbed my iPhone and slipped my journal into my jacket pocket.

"Hey, where are you going?" Kyle looked at me. Turning the attention to me. Great.

"Just getting some air." I left before anyone could stop me. I grabbed a few snacks, also water, and headed outside to actually get some air. I climbed on the top of the tour bus and laid down, plugging myself in and unplugging the world out. Every thought is recorded in my journal. 

The words were simple

But so hard to say

So I kept my mouth closed

And my soul screaming out

Pain would strike my heart

And course through my veins

And out through my tears.

"Alright that's enough tonight." I packed up and went inside the bus. I hid the journal and went to sleep in just my unders.

Next morning was a daze. All the guys were sleeping everywhere. On the floors, the couch, and one on the table. Another morning, another hangover. I walked over them, not caring if I step on their hands. I walked to some coffee shop on the corner. The line was awfully short. I walked up to the cashier. "Morning." I yawned. The girl turned around, I swear, my heart stopped. They way her eyes gleamed in the dull light of the morning. They were a sweet minty green. "Hi." I smiled. She smiled back. 

"Hi." Her accent.

"Russian?" I relaxed my elbow on the counter. 

"Yes." She giggled a bit. Gah, she was so cute. "I'm Galina." She stuck her hand out. 

"Oliver, but I like Oli." I accepted her friend gesture.

"Oli." 

"I love how you say the O." I flirted.