The best thing about your best friend being your ex is you can still joke around and act extremely gay at random times. One of the best things about Liz is she knows we are just playing. We're on our way to Nebraska, Liz's home state I'm wrapped up
Curled up into Chris while Liz is asleep against my other side we're watching Dexter for the millionth time. I feel like complete shit, I'm always the one to get sick on tour. I didn't want to move. Chris is like a fucking heater and Liz is soft and cuddly. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke it was dark and I was in my bunk with Liz. I pulled her closer yawning softly nuzzling into her. I didn't want to move. She curled into me tighter. We where both awake laying there watching some random show on tv.
"I want to go home." I mumbled from under the blankets I really didn't feel well. Every bone in my body ached all I wanted to do was sleep. Liz frowned "batty we can't we have a tour to do." I whined at this point I didn't care. We where nonstop for months without any real breaks it was killing me. I hadn't eaten in days I never felt hungry. I was either reading or sleeping. I stayed silent falling asleep again. I woke up in the middle of the night. Liz was in the front with Kylie. We where parked he must have made it. Chris was passed out in his bunk he drove straight through. I felt a bit better but not completely. Grabbing a Vanilla Coke from the fridge I curled up on the couch. Liz put her hand on my forehead " you're still warm." I nodded still half asleep.
Chris mumbled from his bunk "meds are in the bathroom... take something." He rolled over slamming his head into the wall. "Ow..." I couldn't help but laugh for years we told him laying backwards would make him hit something. His bunk was so low it was practically on the floor. Mine was above his though I only used it for naps. Me and Liz had our own room in the back but it got cold often. Getting up I went into the bathroom to shower and take some DayQuil. I know it's to much information but even my junk hurts. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants I retreated into the back of the bus wrapping in another blanket. Normally I'd drink a bunch of Rum and just sweat it out but I know Liz hates when I drink. After a few minutes I was greeted by Liz curling into my side. I stayed up for as long as I could writing in one of my various journals. The DayQuil kicked in just as Ghost pulled us into the venue. We had a special meet and greet tonight. It was hosted by a local mental health organization. We would be holding a private show. This one was the first of its kind. Wynter's idea.
We decided for this one, no makeup or paint. We where going acoustic. The fans had enough yelling. And with such a small crowd there was really no need. Getting up I pulled on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve black shirt that had a few rips in it before putting on my beanie. Chris was struggling with his zipper before giving up and letting wyn do it. I blinked watching them. "It's not what it looks like. The zipper pull is shit and wyn has smaller fingers." I nodded with a smirk. "Oh please. You know you enjoy my hands being on your crotch." Though wyn was 20 now he still shocked the hell out of me with his words. Chris grabbed him a sweater from the top bunk. "That I do." It felt almost wrong listening to them. Sure me and Liz had sex but we kept the dirty talk to really nothing. Yea there is some days I wish Liz would just randomly grab me for no reason other then she could. Or days I wanted to make out with her in public while pinning her to the wall with my dick buried in her but those things didn't happen. I was always far to worried of upsetting her. Liz loves kink but there is a difference between that and just being vulgar. Chris and wyn certainly where not vulgar, just... more showy.
Holding Liz's hand as we walked into the venue I smiled there was one thing I loved about Liz, she watched me. Weather I was setting up or doing my makeup,sometimes getting dressed or undressed from the corner of her eye she watched. It was oddly a turn on but also motivation to always do better then the day before. Once we where set up it was time for the show. It felt a bit odd playing unplugged but it gave everyone a break. The meet and greet was my favorite part. There was no screaming girls or morons in skimpy clothes. These people saw us for what we where. Just humans. Their stories always amaze me. I can't help but feel guilty when someone tells me I saved their life, because I didn't. They did. By the end I had signed so many things and took so many pictures my eyes burned. Even Liz has her own massive group of fans now. I love seeing her face light up when they ask her for pictures and autographs. She doesn't know how beautiful she really is. Motionless in white, isn't just a band. We are a family. This isn't a job. It's my life. The life some only dream of.
As I sit her surrounded by the ones I love, and the fans that love us, I can't help but cry. Not sad tears, but joy. 8 years ago I was struggling through school and living paycheck to paycheck. I wasn't happy I drank way to much. I had a Ex girlfriend who would rather break me down then help me. In those same years I tried to kill myself on the day of my sisters 16th birthday. Now, I'm married to the woman of my dreams, I get to play for amazing people almost everyday. I live with my best friends. In a house that would make the fucking Kardashian's jealous. Snapping back into reality I laugh looking over at Chris who is swamped with cases of Vanilla Coke. "Jesus are they sponsoring us now?" Chris laughed. Opening up a two liter the foam getting all over the place as he chugged it down.
"Well this acoustic meet and greet is brought to you by Vanilla Coke and Black cherry rock star. We'll see you all at the show!" I smiled before getting up and leaving going back to the bus to get ready for the real
Show.
