Nicotine: the sequel to 'The Ballad Of Brallon'

Studio

Brendons pov: 

I head to the studio to record my new album. I have less then a day to finish it up. My plan is to throw Dallon a birthday concert. Performing all the songs I wrote about him would make me feel so happy that I'd probably think about sleeping. But, I don't want to risk it at this point. I've come too far to have another nightmare to take away this day dream.

I perform the songs. I see Dallon come in and I wave at him. I love seeing the smile on his face as he listens to me sing. He's so adorable. I almost forget I'm even singing for a second, when the producer tells me to stop. "That was amazing!" he said, "now let's start it all over from song number one."

"This is gospel for the fallen ones lock away-," 

I sing. Between every song I get more coffee. I know I'm not tired but still. The coffee keeps my energy up, as well as my ADHD medication. I feel like I really on it too much which is another reason I should try to sleep. 

As I finish up the last song, I leave the studio. I go watch as the producer plays around with the different tracks trying to make sure everyone has my best sounding voice. Then he makes copies. He makes millions of copies to send out to stores. I get all jittery inside. I think this is going to be my best album. 

It was weird recording by myself and not with Spencer there to help. But because Dallon was there watching and singing along, it made it all that better. I sit on the couch in the studio. I rest my head on Dallons shoulder as I'm waiting for my copy of the CD. Dallon kisses my forehead and tells me how proud he is of me.

I suddenly feel a pang of guilty deep inside my stomach. I rush over to the toilet and throw up my "breakfast".