Deep Breath | G.Dolan

Room 1705

"Wake up! It's five in the afternoon!" Someone was jumping on my bed. And clapping. I hate when people clap to wake me up.

"I don't care," I mumbled and buried my face into the bed.

"You have to care. We have to go now. And unless you don't want to see the show tonight." I heard Ethan's voice as he continued to jump up and down. Grayson stood across the room laughing.

"Okay, fine," I said sitting up. I wiped the drool from my face and rubbed my eyes looking around like a lost puppy. "Where am I even?" I drove so much in the past 2 days I didn't even know what was going on.

"Well you are in upstate New York at a hotel and you look like you're hung-over,"Grayson said. After getting to the venue yesterday in Maryland I slept for so long on the couch in the dressing room that I actually slept through half of their show. And something possessed me to drive another 4 hours after that to New York where we arrived at 5 in the morning. I have been face down on top of the comforters in my hotel room, for 12 hours.

"I'm tired," I said and got up stumbling to the bathroom.

"With all the press and rehearsals you've been doing all day. You should be," Ethan said sarcastically. I stuck a not so nice hand gesture out of the bathroom.

"Eww there's a spider!" I yelled in a manly voice. I immediately killed it, with my flip-flop and tossed its lifeless body into the toilet mobster style. As soon as I flushed the toilet it over flowed and actually started pouring out of the toilet bowl. "RETREAT RETREAT!" I ran out of the bathroom with my now soaked feet with toilet water. "Marky Mark, NO!" I grabbed my pillow pet off the floor and dramatically jumped on to my bed. Ethan and Grayson were having a field day laughing at me. Soon, half the hotel room was soaked.

"What do you mean you don't have another room open?" I asked at the front desk with my bags and Marky Mark in my hands. Grayson and Ethan and their manager were there with me.

"I mean I really don't have another room to put you in, everything is full right now," the woman with the heavy clown make up at the counter said. Whatever bitch you look like...a clown? Yeah, that's all I have really.

"Ugh," I groaned, "I guess I'm going to be sleeping in toilet water. That's what I get for trying to flush God's creature."

"Well, why don't you just stay with me? It's only one night and my room is big enough," Grayson said. Both Ethan and I turned to look at him with the same face. "Oh c'mon we're not sharing a bed." Sad.

"Alright, fine. I guess you're better than a toilet," I said grabbing my things and starting to walk to his room.

"Thanks!" he said back sarcastically. I just looked over my shoulder and smiled. When we got up to room 1705 Grayson opened the door and I walked in. It was nice. It had a big couch and table and behind it was a small dining room table. There was even a small kitchenette and through the two French doors were a queen-sized bed, another couch and the bathroom. I walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down throwing my stuff to the side.

"Alright this is comfy." I said bouncing up and down like a 4 year old.

"What do you mean 'this is comfy?'" he said walking closer to me.

"I mean that it's comfortable?"

"No, I mean like, you sleep in the bed...I'll sleep here," he said feeling the cushion.

"Oh no no no," I said. He rolled his eyes. Roll yo eyes playa. See if I give a shit. "Listen, I'm serious. You need to get a good night's sleep. I don't. You have people to...entertain. I don't. I can look like shit in the morning—"