The Violinist

Lucid Daydreams

I get into my car and start driving to the grocery store and start buying party size bags of chips, soda, balloons, helium, and ice. The liquor would be easy seeing as I work at Vixen. With everything in my cart, I load it into my car and my speakers start blasting Juice WRLD's Lucid Dreams. I sing along to myself and as I sing, I feel empty and hollow. (Shaking my head, I get to Vixen and open the doors and go to the storage room. I grab cups, a crate and about two bottles of Patron, Hennessey, Grey Goose, Rosé, gin, and Chivas. With all of this in the crates, I take each to the car and load it. I get to the house and pull out the ice chests and start packing the sodas in the chests and leave the bags on the counter. I open a can of Dr. Pepper and think if I really should go through with this. Yeah, I do not have anyone to tell me off but at the same time, I know this is not something I would do under normal circumstances. I shake my head again and finish my soda, putting it in a separate trash can. I post a time and an hour later people are sending me messages, asking about what to wear bring and occasion. I tell them that it is just a party, so bring food, bring liquor if the would like and dress as they wish. I set up a playlist of 50 Cent, the Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert, and a  couple other  popular artists. I start and sit in the backyard and watch the sun set as I wait for the guests to show. I keep thinking about this inner turmoil and what I should do. I open my phone and look for a phone number and scroll to her number. I hover over the call button but I do not press it. Whether it is insecurity or fear, I lock my phone and put it away and go to pour myself myself a glass of Chivas and drink it all at once. It burns going down and I breathe out, letting out the taste and sting of the alcohol. As I put the glass down, a knock is heard from the other side of the door. With a sigh, I walk to the door and let in the a of people.