Let's live a little bit longer [SET IT OFF]

9

I've never been a big friend of change. Okay, friend is not the right word. I hate it. So, this whole idea, which became more than a banal idea, which you might think about for a week and never again, is something special for me.

In addition, I had a big problem with small rooms and a bus, even if it was this kind of a bus, wasn't very big. Although I don't suffer from claustrophobia, I just don't like very narrow mattresses. No, I'm not too fat for them. I just become very active in my sleep. Nowhere do I do more sports than in bed ... shame on what you think now.

"Soo ... Before we go in. I need to tell you something.", He looked at me, while I had already laid a hand on the black metal door handle.
"The others are at the parents' house from our drummer Maxx ... Have you ever met him?". Is he serious?

"You know that many people have that name?", "With double X.". That limits it already!
"No, but it isn't that important. Then I get to know him ... But why are we here... and not there?", I asked him really confused, because I didn't quite know why he still wants meto be here. It is nice because of my suitcases, but I'm not dragging stones with me.

"Because I know that you have a little problem with strange places and people. And unfortunately I can't introduce eveyone individually to you, with a five-minute conversation. So I just thought it would be nice if you would see the bus first.", He grinned and patted the black and orange exterior of the bus. On the one hand, I am offended that he doesn't trust me with the others, but on the other hand I'm also very touched in my cold heart. Sincerely smiling, I looked at him and pushed the handle down: "You remember that?".

"How could I forget your face when you were the first time at my home? I don't know who was more scared, you or my dad, because he was afraid that he had done something wrong." And he destroyed it! You'll find him charming and sweet for a while and he'll come with it ... Who would expect to stay for dinner? He and I had a bunch of embarrassing moments and this one was in the top five, even though the food was pretty good. It was delicious.

"I was overwhelmed, okay?!", and now I was that again.

I had no explicit problem with small rooms, only the design was the sticking point. When a room was too cluttered or messy, it almost crushed me and that feeling of closeness made me sick. Curiously, I had the same problem with rooms where hardly anything was inside. Then they looked too cold, too sterile they reminded me of the days in the hospital where I couldn't get up from the bed and hang on the fucking drip. God how much I hated this thing. The problem here was the mess. It's hard to describe, but a lot of things or people in a room made me nervous. This sense of suffocation in space and chaos grew, as did the urge to put everything in its place. Whatever that may be.

"Everything okay?", I jumped up startled, as he grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Y-yes, it's just that-" "That mess, I know. Sorry, if I had known that you are you, it would be different." He pushed slightly past me and cleared some fruit, which was on the table, in the closets.

"Can I-" "Sure." Immediately I put the guitar case and suitcase in a corner where they fit in and started to clean up here. Yes, it was good that there was no one else here. I should have explained that to him.

Tidier I liked the whole thing much better and it was a nice opportunity to get to know the bus better. It wasn't that bad. Had something with the wooden disguise of which I was a huge fan. Only I wouldn't survive a month here, not with other people.

As I threw away the last packet of any microwave meal, Cody grinned past me and tapped on a white board that hung on the wall above the dining table.

"As the founder of this band and as a good host, I take the royal right to attribute something to this board." He swelled and I sat down on the seat, smiling slightly, to watch this play more closely.