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The warm morning sun beat down onto Joan through her blinds, basking in the comfort as she woke up. It was becoming less and less often that she woke up in the morning feeling serene, but it was those moments that she never took for granted.
Although she did miss being in a band quite a bit, she definitely didn't miss playing at bars multiple nights a week and ultimately, in turn, having unbearable hangovers the following morning.
Her longing for music was mostly quenched by helping Guns N' Roses out with their songs, but it just didn't seem like enough. Performing was something that was a part of her, and something just felt missing.
As she shook these cloudy thoughts out of her head, Joan finally got out of the comfort of her own bed and began to get ready for the day. Although she didn't have much planned for the day itself, the band was having a gig at one of the more popular bars downtown that she was expected to show up at. She hadn't missed a show yet, so it was a sort of trademark to both her and the band for her to go to their gigs.
Walking out of her room and into the main living area of her apartment, Joan went straight to the landline mounted up on her wall. It was a routine - she always felt the need to check her phone first thing in the morning to make sure that she hadn't missed anything important.
As usual, there were no interesting messages left. That's how it normally was, but it never hurt to take a few minutes out of her day to make sure.
As if on cue, as soon as she began to walk away from the phone, it began to ring. She waited for the phone to ring twice before picking it up, holding it up to her hear and greeting the person on the other line.
"Hey, Joan," the voice began, and Joan smiled at the familiarity of it.
"What's up, Izzy?" Joan responded to his voice, leaning against the wall next to the landline. They spoke over the phone with each other at least every other day, so it wasn't surprising that he was calling.
"I just wanted to remind you about the show tonight. You're coming, right?"
"Actually, I'm not so sure that I can make it . . . " Joan jokingly responded, but it didn't seem like he understood that she was just teasing.
"Wait, you're not coming? But . . . you alw- "
"Relax, Iz," Joan laughed softly, shaking her head at his disappointment, "of course I'm coming. When have I ever missed one of your shows?"
"Oh, I actually thought you weren't coming," Joan could hear him let out a relieved chuckle on the other end. "In that case, I'll see you tonight?
"Yeah, see you later," Joan confirmed with a nod even though she knew he couldn't see it. She hung up, placing the phone back on the receiver.
As she made her away from the phone, Joan couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she thought about going to her friends' show later that night.
