Letters to Luke || 5SOS #Wattys2015

- 16 - L u k e - A Lovely Valentine's Day?

- Wednesday, February 22nd -

To be honest, Mario Kart never gets old.

Like, ever.

I was watching Calum, Michael and Ashton play when I got a sudden craving for Ginger Ale. When they finished their race I asked if any of them wanted anything. I got coke from Mikey and calum and water from Ashton.

I got the drinks and gave each person the drink they asked for, but when I sat back down, I felt restless. I got up and stood on the front porch as I sipped my drink. As I stood, I observed the neighborhood. Everyone had properly trimmed lawns, and green grass. All the houses had a similar floorplan, you could tell just by looking at the front of each house. The front porch was to the left of the garage and the windows were in the same place. the only difference from house to house was the type of stone used and the color of the siding. It was just so boring.

This is why I enjoy being on tour so much. Or being in London or L.A. to record, or even just back home. Nowhere is as boring as Avondale dive. On my mom’s street, even the front yards of each hose have been personalized. There are front gardens, or small play structures for any of the neighborhood kids to use, or even just some of those flag thingies that get pushed into the ground. In London, there’s something old and unique everywhere you look. It doesn’t all look the same. The same in L.A. Everything is open. The city is never asleep. You could even go people watching without leaving the comfort of your own apartment. Half the houses on Avondale Drive have yet to be sold. It’s so new and boring. And bland.

On tour, there’s never a dull moment. We’re constantly moving, constantly meeting fans, there’s a constant change of scenery. You always have to be alert. There’s always something exciting or fun to be done, I think i’d also like to be able to travel the world without being recognized though. To go see things you don’t have time to see on tour. To experience each country. Maybe one day I’ll be able to do that. And I’ll take Lyra with me.

Just as I came to this thought, the mail truck came into view.

“I’M GETTING THE MAIL!” I yelled into the house before I put my drink down and took of to meet the mail person. The driver was an old man who smiled at me when he pulled up.

“How are you sonny?”

“I’m doing well sir. How about you?”

“I’m doing fine as well. My grandchildren are going to visit me this afternoon!”

“That’s awesome! I’m hoping to see a few friends sometime soon myself.”

“Well good luck with that- what your name?”

“Luke.”

“Ah. Well good luck with that Luke.”

“Thank you sir.”

“And here’s your mail. Just out of curiosity, how many people live here?” I took the mail from him as I answered.

“Uh, four. My friends and I. Were in a band. Maybe, if one of your grandchildren is a girl, you’ve heard of us? We’re called 5 Seconds of Summer.”

“Ah, that;s why you looked so familiar. Yes, two of my granddaughters are fans of you.”

“If you like, I can leave an envelope in here tomorrow with all of our signatures? I’d be happy to do it.”

“Would you now? I’m sure Emily and Katherine would love that. KAtherine with a ‘K’ by the way. And a ‘y’ at the end of Emily.”

“I’d love to make them happy.”