Future Days

Whole Lotta Love

It has been about six months since Sydney, and I made it official. The Temple of The Dog album released about three weeks ago and it's exceeding any of our expectations. We decided against touring as Temple and decided we would just mash in a few singles while on tour with PJ to save the guys from back to back tours, so we've all been preparing to leave for the North American tour at the end of the week.

Syd and Rooster are now living with me full time, and I have never been happier. Nothing beats walking through my front door and hearing her sweet gentle voice singing absentmindedly throughout the house, or even that god awful baby voice she talks to Chicken in. Since the incident we have had our fair share of bad days, but Syd is a fighter. She has transformed from a fragile, paranoid mess, to a pint sized badass with a quick wit, and sharp tongue. I'd like to take credit for that, but she's done it all on her own with a little help from therapy.

She's a fucking warrior.

Things at the store have been a little hectic trying to hire some new staff to keep us afloat being the owner and store manager will be gone for the next few months so I've been putting in extra hours while Syd is at home panic stricken over what she should or shouldn't pack. I have to say that's the part I miss the least about touring.

I won't admit it to anyone but I'm actually pretty nervous about preforming again. Its been decades since I have properly preformed. Hopefully having Syd right on that stage with me is enough to help me relax. I'm dying to see how Syd handles the stage life. She's such a natural in the spotlight, just like Andy was.

"Finally." I mumbled relived under my breath as I walked through my front door after an exceptionally long, and very boring day at the shop. My senses are immediately attacked with the smell of something Savory cooking in the kitchen. I peeked around the corner as quietly as I could to sneak a glimpse at the chef and her over sized sous chef begging at her feet completely oblivious to my arrival.

Sheesh. Some guard dog. I rolled my eyes.

Syd was wearing an old faded black T-shirt and a pair of my boxers. Her long ashy blonde hair was piled up on top of her head so half hazard it might as well not even be put up. Since she started therapy, her eating habits have become so much better and her body that was once skin and bones now had spectacular curves and the cutest little love handles. She danced around dramatically singing 'Whole Lotta Love' into a marinara covered wooden spoon with her headphones on. She shook her hips to the beat I couldn't hear, but I could imagine. She's spectacular. I revel in the moment silently watching her for as long as I can before big bird finally notices me and startles Syd out of her own little Zeppelin filled world. She turned on her heal so quickly she stumbled backwards, her eyes the size of the moon.

"CHRISTOPHER! What's my one fucking rule?!" she marched up to me standing on her tippy toes and holding her wooden microphone spoon menacingly close to my face. I tried to not laugh as I took in her small angry stature without success.

With a small laugh I wrapped her in my arms and chuckled under my breath. "I'm sorry, honey. You're just get caught up in the view sometimes." I pulled back and shot her a wink and watched the vertical lines between her brow soften as she taps the sauce covered spoon to my nose.

"no sneaking up on you, unless I'm prepared to feel your wrath." I answered her previous question earning a proud smile from her.

"Thank you. Welcome home, baby." She got back on her tippy toes, this time to place a sweet kiss to my lips.

****Did you guys miss me? I hope you're all staying safe, and well.

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