Taryn:
Insomnia is going to be the death of me. Luckily it only kicks in when I'm stressed. I'm not one of the poor souls that deals with it 24/7. And right now stress is an understatement with the album deadline officially being set. The trick for me is a hard 20/30 minute work out, usually with a punching bag, and a hot shower.
I use to just call BG and shoot the shit. Joke about the good ol' days. Use him as a sound board for song ideas. But that's not been happening much lately. I get the feeling his Ms. is just slightly jealous. Even more so than usual all of a sudden. Don't want to cause him any more unnecessary drama, but being cut off from one of your best friends sucks.
Grabbing some pajamas and shutting my closet door, I caught the TV out of the corner of my eye. I leave it on with the volume low for background noise most of the time. They had a picture of BG and Amber in the side frame with a big heartbreak jagged line down it. What the hell is going on? I didn't even make 5 steps towards the bathroom when my phone lit up like a Christmas tree. Two texts from Kolby, a missed call from our manager Mike and a voice mail, and now mama Becky is calling me. This can't be good. Before I could answer I heard someone pounding on my front door. Looks like the shower will have to wait.
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Bullet In A Bonfire
FanfictionCollaboration with @sweetbratt Brantley Gilbert. Taryn 'Baby Girl' Williams. Best friends. Ride or die. Bonnie and Clyde. Brantley and Baby go way back. While working on their current shared album, a His & Hers double disc record, tensions soar as t...
