heart strings

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I am running around trying to get everything in order before we leave Friday.

Asylum's first concert is in New York on Saturday night.

It'd also really help if I could find Dominic right now.

I know he's in this house somewhere his phone is still on the coffee table.

Ok last place I haven't looked downstairs. He's either working out or warming up his vocals.

I go downstairs and I hear music but not his music.

Ah ha!

I found him he's working out. And damn it he looks hot as fuck.

I go over to the stereo and turn it off.

"Oh hey baby."

"Hey I need help."

"With what?"

"Well off the top of my head um packing."

"I always pack the night before."

"You know you drive me crazy."

"In a good way?"

"Sometimes.

And why have you been working out so much anyways? Your body is insane."

"Well thank you. I'm getting into concert shape."

"Concert shape?"

"Yeah. I'm mostly shirtless onstage."

"Yeah but that was when you were trying to nail groupies."

"Well yeah."

"Um excuse me?"

"Baby I'm kidding don't kill me in my sleep.

It's just I do a lot of moving onstage and I don't want to be gasping for breath or tired halfway through a show. Definitely not a good look."

We both laugh.

"Is packing the only thing you're worried about?"

"I just want to make sure I got everything right. The venue, the right time for Colin, the tour bus."

"Why don't you call?"