Tongue & Cheek

One

My morning starts like every other morning (usually). My alarm awakes me with a heavy vibrating at 6:30am. Before I became the merchandise manager on one of Pvris' tours, I would laugh if you told me I'd be setting an alarm for this time. I'd probably think you were mentally unstable. Not that half past six is even that early, but for someone who doesn't think a lie in is a lie in unless it's past midday, half past six is excruciatingly early.

I then lie in bed for ten minutes, contemplating whether it would be a better option for me to give up now and go to university. I mean there's still time, i could easily go back to England and accept my place at Kingston university, to earn my nursing degree. It is always what i've wanted. Or at least what i've always told myself i've wanted so that i didn't hAve to live with the anxiety of having no fucking clue what i want to do with my life.

But that's why i'm here; because despite the strong opinions of my parents, i'd most likely crack under the pressure of university. Not that being a manager is any less stressful. I mean, I'm making several orders a day for new merch, selling merch at concerts, and doing all of the jobs that i shouldn't be doing, but Pvris hAven't hired anyone to do.

I then consider the pros of my job.

1. i get to work alongside my best friend since primary school; Sara

2. Although i like to complain about the constant teasing i endure from Alex (the guitarist and keyboardist of Pvris), the rest of the crew are pretty amazing. Sara and i are extremely close with Lyndsey and Brian (the vocalist/songwriter and bassist/DJ of Pvris). Sara and Alex get along quite well too. He's never given her the treatment he gives me.

3. I get to trAvel a lot. And i get paid for it.

4. I meet a lot of amazing people whilst on tour, and that includes some of my favourite bands.

After deciding after all not to quit my job. I pull back the curtain and climb out of my bunk. The bus is still moving, so i'm careful as i stumble towards the bathroom. There's only one bathroom and there are six people that share the bus, which is another reason why i get up earlier than the others.

Half asleep, i get in the shower and wash my hair. I take about 5 minutes (i used to take about 25 due to loving getting clean, but i've reduced down to five after I discovered how hard it is to shower on a moving bus. Especially when you're not the steadiest of people anyway- who am i fucking kidding? I'm the clumsiest person ever. I trip over a minimum of twice a day, and that's when there's nothing to trip over. I used to come out of the bathroom covered in bruises from slipping over, much to Alex's enjoyment.

After showering i dry off, before wrapping the towel around my hair and brushing my teeth. Im still half asleep, and hAve a slight headache in the back of my skull.

I spit my toothpaste into the sink and rinse out my mouth. Im just about to unwrap my hair to get dressed when the door opens. I quickly pull the towel down to cover myself. There isn't much privacy on tour; there's hardly space to breathe, so to ask for space to change would be laughable. We've pretty much all seen one another naked, but i still hate being walked in on.

"Don't cover up for me, Green, i've seen it all before." None other than Alex fucking Babinski smirks, looking me up and down.

"You wish you'd seen it all before, pervert." I scowl. He picked up how much I hate being called by my last name in the first few days of being on tour, and as you can expect, he hasnt dropped it since then.

To say that he drives me crazy is an understatement. There hAve been actual times where people hAve had to pry us away from each other because we've been physically fighting. It's hard to believe that we've only been on tour for two months, and hAve half of a month remaining.

"Are you done in here?" Alex questions, taking his eyes away from me. I hate that even more than when he stares at me; when he treats me like i'm nothing.

"Do i look done?" I snap back,

"Done with life? Slightly." He shrugs. He looks extremely smug. I think its because he can sense how much i want to punch him. I shove him out of my way and shut him in the bathroom behind me. I get dressed quickly, so that he doesnt get another chance to act like a pervert.

I then pour myself some juice and get back into my bunk. I must hAve been tired because i fall asleep after that, my empty glass clutched to my side.