I have a secret. I love ice skating. That's probably not the actual term. Figure skating? Anyway, it's early in the morning again the sky is pink from the skin rising sun. My boots crunch against the fresh snow from the night before as I walk through the woods to the lake. It looks like something from a story. Lined with pine trees and willows that arch over into the lake itself. This is my favorite spot, not many know it's here. Leaning against a tree I took off my boots and laced on my skates. I kept them hidden in a closet in the barn so no one would ever find them. They are nothing Special just a pair of Ridelle Rs 121's I found at a thrift store a few years ago. The blades are shit and they are a size to big but they do the trick.
Stepping out onto the ice the wind sent the snow in glittering drifts clearing the ice as if it was welcoming back. The cold taking the breath from my lungs. I was off. The wind whistling in my ears as it whipped through my hair. I loved being home an spending time with the guys and with Liz but sometimes being alone was the best feeling in the world. I felt like I was flying as I glided across the ice. The blades making a sound I can't explain almost like a screech as they dug in. Picking up speed I took myself into a toe loop before gliding around again followed by the salchow and axel. They weren't the best or most advanced moves but that wasn't why I was out here. Drifting around I took myself into a Lutz before a camel, sit and scratch spin. Then fucking damn it. The left blade had bei loose at sent me crashing onto the ice resulting in cutting open my leg with my right skate.
Great. I was out in the middle of the fucking lake with a broken skate and a bleeding leg. I couldn't call Liz because like a dumb ass I left my phone at the house. Laying there for a few moments I screamed in frustration. The sun was just starting to rise. Pulling myself up I took off the skates and made the slippery walk back to the tree where I left my boots. Pulling them on I trudged back home. Sliding open the barn door I tossed my skates back into the closet where I kept them. I wouldn't be skating for a while. Limping into the house I made my way upstairs. Everyone was still asleep. Going back into my room I shut the door.
Pulling off my wet socks and jeans I walked into the bathroom to fill up the tub. Limping around I tossed in a lavender bath bomb. Liz and Chris where the only two who knew I loved baths and uhh pampering...you don't have to be gay to take care of yourself guys. Women like when you do face masks with them. Well at least my wife does. Sinking into the tub I cursed under my breath before completely submerging myself under the water. Hearing the bathroom door click open I didn't bother moving. I knew the only one to come in would be Liz. "You know, my room has a view of the lake. " she mused sitting on the counter. Damn it! There was no hiding from her. "Why didn't you tell me?" I could feel her eyes staring. "I didn't think it was something worth telling."
"You didn't think it was worth telling me that you figure skate?" She bonked me in the head. "I'm not that great babe, besides. My skate broke." She sighed looking at my still bleeding cut open leg. "You're not supposed to sit in the tub with a open wound. " she went about digging through my cabinets until she found the first aid kit. Draining the water I got out wrapping a towel around my waist. "Babe it's fine. Just a scratch." She shook her head getting out gauze and stick in stitches. I didn't just have a wife. She was like a nurse, nutritionist and band manager all in one. There was no use fighting so I sat on the sink at let her stitch it up. "Where are your skates.." she went into my room grabbing out a pair of boxers and joggers. Laying them on my bed.
"In the closet in the barn where we keep rock salt. The blade snapped off. They are to big anyway. " she nodded while I limped over and got dressed." Next time I'm coming." She grabbed the brush from my dresser and ran it through my hair. I could do it myself but Liz and a love for my hair. I'm not sure why when she had our back up drummer and photographer Kaylix. The guy had jet black hair that went down to his hips. Probably longer if it was wet. "I didn't want to wake you. It was early." I let her continue to play with my hair. The house was still silent. Being in a band and always on the move sometimes no sound is the best of them all.
Once she was finished with my hair she curled into my side "but I want to see it like you do.you always tell me of places you go that feel like another dimension but you don't take me. Just like the old mansion behind the cemetery." I kissed her nose "I'll take you. But it's nothing great. Just dust and old furniture." She pouted "But you make it sound special so I wanna go." I smiled "after breakfast we can go. She nodded as I got up and changed into jeans. I didn't like wearing sweatpants around other people I always felt like you could see stuff. Going downstairs I made myself a cup of coffee before opening my lap top and replying to a bunch of emails.
There was one that stood out the chance to record a music video at the witch house in Salem
