A Greg Gorenc One Shot

Untitled One Shot by D.A.D.T.

Concerts in other countries are always toxic for me.

I guess that's kinda pretentious since I'm not really that well-known yet. I don't think I even have the right to complain. I mean, look at Beyoncé, for heaven’s sake. She's a mega - hit pop star, and does she seem to complain? Hell no. That's why she's awesome.

But still, my erratic sleeping patterns are getting to me.

My manager, Jeremy, handed me a bottle of Gatorade.

"Here, Greg. They only had red Gatorade."

"That's cool, man."

"It's weird, they have Gatorade here instead of Powerade" I inspected the bottle.

I heard Jeremy click his pen open and flipped through his journal. "Okay, Greg. You are officially off the tour. This Philippines concert was your last one. Although you'll have a meet and greet on Saturday."

I chugged the remaining drink and tossed the bottle in the trash. I missed.

"Darn it." I muttered as I went over to properly dispose of it. " I'm just glad that it wasn't a totally empty show. I mean, I'm just starting my career as a solo artist".

"You're doing a great job, Greg. You have heart, and that's what matters."

"Thanks, Jeremy."

"No problem." Jeremy yawned and looked at his watch. It registered 1:25 am. "Alright, it's this late. We'd better get some sleep. Now you," he poked my forehead "are one lucky bastard. You have the day off tomorrow. I have to go places and make some arrangements."

"Want me to go with you?"

"No, it's okay. You need to rest. Go to the pool. Go outside and take in the sights or something. Ride one of those horse carriages, that sounds neat." He headed towards the door and to his suite, which was directly across mine.

"Maybe..." I was already lying down before I could finish the thought.

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I hit the snooze button on my phone about five times. On the sixth, I finally decided to get up.

6 am.

I groaned and pulled myself up. Jeremy must gone by now. Probably getting breakfast at some shady food stand. He loved immersion, and his Latin looks didn't make him seem that out of place here in the Philippines. It must be the dark hair. If I went out, I have a feeling that people would be looking at me as if I have two heads.

I decided to stay in the hotel today. I'm not complaining since this hotel was nice.

After changing to my day clothes, skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a black sleeveless vest with a smiley patch, I made my way towards the breakfast buffet area.

"Oh man, what a spread." I murmured as I took it all in. I paid with the Visa card Jeremy lent me and picked up a plate. There were already a few guests that were up. There was a foreign family that were conversing in what sounded like German, and even without knowing a link of that language besides Schadenfreude (yes, I watched Avenue Q) I could tell that the mother was scolding her son about the ridiculous pile of bacon on his plate.

I filled my plate with a vegetable omelette, roasted potatoes, and of course, bacon. I also grabbed a container of yogurt and granola. And a chocolate porridge, which one of the chefs told me, was called a champorado. And damn, it was good.

I savoured my breakfast and headed back to my room. I'd be spending my whole day here so I took out a book from my suitcase. The Complete Sherlock Holmes Vol. 2.