In My Hour of Need

Chapter 3

We arrived at the airport ten minutes later, where we met up with Gar and Chris. The two of them looked at Junior, then at me, with expressions saying "what the fuck". I rolled my eyes for what might be the four-hundredth time that day, shrugged, and just started walking towards the plane that had been waiting for us for over an hour. The three others followed, Junior far behind Gar and Chris. I just sighed and tried forgetting about when I saw him in the apartment earlier. I knew something was up, but this was not the right time to start worrying about stupid nonsense. We had concerts to play, an album to record, and maybe band-members to fire. Chris and Gar were starting to piss me off. Chris and I would have constant fights all the time... which I would win, but you know... whatever. And Gar's fucking drug problem... I mean, I do them too, but I don't have a problem like his.

I decided I should try and get some sleep on the plane, even though I knew it wouldn't be for longer than an hour or so. God, my insomnia was killing me... I knew I was just going to end up writing shitty songs, which I was later going to throw away, because they sucked so bad that if anyone that was into Megadeth saw them, they were going to kill themselves. No, I'm not overreacting. Anyway... I sat down in my seat, minding my own business when Gar came sitting next to me. Goddamnit, I thought, now I can't even write without getting disturbed. He looked at me until I reacted. "What?", I snarled. He nodded in Junior's direction. "What about him?", I asked, not really caring. "Haven't you noticed the changes lately?", he asked, sounding like a teenage girl's gossip-magazine. I sighed and looked down at my notebook. "Sure", I said, grabbing the pen, "I don't really care as long as it doesn't affect the band". He just looked at me like I was the worst friend in the world, and I was, but I didn't care at the time. The only thing that mattered was the music, and I wouldn't let anything get in the way.

Later, when I was actually sleeping for once, fucking Junior came and woke me up. I rubbed my tired eyes and scowled at him. I knew that he knew that I had fucking insomnia. "What?", I barked at him. "Uh", he stuttered, "You don't mind if I sit next to you, right?" What the fuck, I thought. He woke me up for that!? I just looked at him for a while, like if he was a complete idiot. I sighed, and threw my arms up. "Sure", I said, because, I mean, what else could I really say? No? I wasn't that rude. I turned to him, and thought back. When did we find our passages? "Junior", I said, "Did you bring our passages?" He bent down and started searching his bag. After a while he picked up two plastic cards. "I found them after you left", he said. "Oh", I said in relief, "Cool, thanks". I grabbed mine and tried falling back asleep. It took him five minutes to leave me alone. I felt his fucking hand bump me in the arm. I opened my eyes wide, and looked at his stupid face. He handed me a box of sleeping pills. "These at least helps me", he said. I accepted them, and took a few, but I didn't understand why he was being so nice to me; I usually treated him like shit. Maybe he was just... I yawned. These did really work. Maybe he was trying to get me to like him? My eyes were slowly closing by themselves. The last thing I saw was Junior, and I heard him say "sleep tight".