Cold

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I curled up in a ball underneath my covers it was a cold and wet morning and I still feel so tired from last night. Yet again I was up till the earliest hours trying to figure out what I had done wrong for him to hurt me..and what he had done wrong for me to hurt him. We had been fighting for so long and he took off and went on tour, never called, never texted me, so I done the same back. He cut me off and I cut him off, nothing was right between us there was something that made us clash, but I still adored him I loved him. I shake my thoughts away as my phone rings from my bedside cabinet.
"Hey girl! Big news I signed you up to be a tour manager and make up artist for a band that's doing a home tour! You up for it?" Rubbing my eyes once again, my mangers happy voice screeching down my ear she's found me a job. Finally!! I've waited a while for another one to come up,basically my job was to make sure make up was okay and be in charge of the venues and where the band goes it's really fun.
"Uh sure that sounds great! Thanks Gemma, when do I start?" I question.
"Tonight, be at the venue for around 4 o'clock okay?" I agree and hang up.
New job here I come.

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