Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

April Showers Bring Really Interesting Encounters.

"Mia, we've got over 3 million views so far, on that video we made for 'Wayfaring Stranger'!" Ryan squealed, checking his IPhone as we were gathering our things from the dressing room, after our Oakland show. 

"That's so fuckin' sick!" Jordan laughed, while picking up a donut from the spread of food Phil had set up for us. 

"Dude, is there ever a time when you're not eating?" RJ laughed, picking up some grub, as well. 

"Nope." Jord laughed with a mouth full of Boston Cream. 

I laughed rolling my eyes. 

I looked around, trying to find Steven so we could leave, until I remembered that he left halfway through the show because Alaska got sick, and he wanted to take her back to the hotel to clean her up and put her to bed. 

"Come on, guys." I smiled, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and gripping my guitar case. "I'm exhausted, let's get out of here."

I spun on my heel, ready to leave, when something snapped and a large clatter resonated through the room. 

After audible gasps came from the mouths of those around me, the room fell eerily silent. 

It took me a moment to register the fact that the large clattering sound was the metal snaps on the case of my Martin, popping open, having my favorite acoustic crash to the floor. 

If that was the worst part, then I'd be lucky. Unfortunately, the soft, fragile wood that made up the neck snapped in half, causing the guitar to be damaged beyond repair. 

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me." I huffed, picking up the separate pieces of my guitar. 

"Fuck! Mia!" Ryan ran to my side, taking the case out of my hands. "Shit, I'm so sorry, this was all my fault! I should've closed the snaps before I set the case down. I didn't think anyone was gonna grab it! Shit! I'm so sorry!" 

"You know what?" I sighed, smiling at him with tired eyes. "It's no big deal, Ry. It's really not. On our way to the hotel yesterday, we passed a Guitar Center. I can run out tomorrow and pick out a good acoustic."

"You want me to pay for it?" He asked, practically begging for forgiveness. "It's all my fault, atleast let me pay for it."

"Ryan, this thing's an old piece of shit that I've had for almost a decade. It was bound to break soon anyway…" I laughed, resting my hand lightly on his cheek. "Calm down. No, I don't want you to pay for it. Thanks for the offer though."

"Now," I paused yawning, as I took an apple off of the table containing the spread of food, screaming to be eaten. "I'm starving and exhausted. Let's get out of here."

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I woke up to a chilly breeze floating through the open balcony doors, causing goosebumps to rise up along my skin. 

Steven wasn't lying next to me in bed, which I thought was rather odd. 

I yawned and rolled out of bed, stretching as I stood up and made my way to my suitcase so I could pull on a sweatshirt. 

After the soft fabric of my favorite USC sweatshirt was hanging off of me like a dress, I shuffled out into the living-room area of our suite where my heart nearly exploded from the adorable sight, before my eyes; 

Steven was lying on the couch, with Alaska wrapped up in a baby-blue blanket like a burrito, lying sound asleep on her father's chest. 

There was a baby bottle resting on the coffee table infront of them, which instantly answered my silent question as to why Steven and Alaska were asleep on the couch.