person.
Abby: Really?
Me : Badly. Your turn.
Abby: Hmmmm…
Me : I’m waiting…
Abby: My family has no idea where I am, I doubt they’d care or ask.
Why doesn’t her family know where she is, what happened? I wish we had some sort of relationship to where she could tell me this to my face, where I could ask her these things in person, where I could be that shoulder for her to lean on. But it’s impossible.
Abby: I take that back, forget it. I’m not ticklish at all.
Me : Too late. You can’t take it back I read it.
Abby: Can too.
Me : Nope. Why doesn’t your family know where you are?
Abby: Where are you ticklish?
Me : Everywhere. Why wouldn’t they care?
Abby: Because they don’t support what I do. We haven’t spoken since I started doing what I do. They haven’t even tried getting ahold of me.
Me : That sucks, to not have their support. I’ll support you, where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay?
Abby: You don’t have to out of obligation, but thank you. I’ve been doing it without them for this long, I can continue just fine on my own. I have to get to sleep. Night.
Me : I’m not feeling obligated. Sweet dreams.
I put my cellphone on charge and roll over, thoughts of Abagail and an impossible future swirling in my head.
Chapter 1 3
Leaving Gage was hard, I wanted to stay with him as much as he didn’t want me to stay. He can say what he wants that it has nothing to do with me and all to do with him, he can place the fault on his doorstep, I still feel as if it’s partially me. The reason he’s afraid to commit to something more, the reason he doesn’t trust me. Maybe if I had woken him he wouldn’t be questions me still.
My cellphone dings indicating I have an unread message, you’d think that considering the job I do I would always have my phone on me in case one of my bosses from the label called me. I unlock my phone and to find a message from Gage. Not that he’s aware I know that it’s him, maybe I can take advantage of this.
Gage: I’m a very ticklish person.
Me : Really?
Gage: Badly. Your turn.
Me : Hmmmm…
Gage : I’m waiting…
Me : My family has no idea where I am, I doubt they’d care or ask.
Never mind, too much, too soon.
Me : I take that back, forget it. I’m not ticklish at all.
Gage : Too late. You can’t take it back I read it.
Me : Can too.
Gage : Nope. Why doesn’t your family know where you are?
Let’s talk about something else.
Me : Where are you ticklish?
Gage : Everywhere. Why wouldn’t they care?
He’s not going to let it go, this much is obvious.
Me : Because they don’t support what I do. We haven’t spoken since I started doing what I do. They haven’t even tried getting ahold of me.
Gage : That sucks, to not have their support. I’ll support you, where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay?
If only you could be that person, in life.
Me : You don’t have to out of obligation, but thank you. I’ve been doing it without them for this long, I can continue just fine on my own. I have to get to sleep. Night.
Gage: I’m not feeling obligated. Sweet dreams.
I type back, goodnight Gage, but delete the words instead, knowing that if I were to disclose that I know it’s him he probably won’t share anything else with me. Selfish of me to want to keep that part to myself, I know, but for some reason I hold on to any thread he’s willing to give me.
My alarm buzzes bright and early, I sat it for 6 A.M. knowing that no one else would be awake, that way I can get a head start and have everything ready before they all come down. We have to be at the ** by noon, where there will be a catered lunch ready and waiting for us. Then it’s the band’s sound check then on the pre-meet and greet. Something new for them, usually their meet and greet is after the show, not that they’ve canceled that, they’ll be doing one after as well.
But this meet and greet is for paid very important people, the label
Abby: Really?
Me : Badly. Your turn.
Abby: Hmmmm…
Me : I’m waiting…
Abby: My family has no idea where I am, I doubt they’d care or ask.
Why doesn’t her family know where she is, what happened? I wish we had some sort of relationship to where she could tell me this to my face, where I could ask her these things in person, where I could be that shoulder for her to lean on. But it’s impossible.
Abby: I take that back, forget it. I’m not ticklish at all.
Me : Too late. You can’t take it back I read it.
Abby: Can too.
Me : Nope. Why doesn’t your family know where you are?
Abby: Where are you ticklish?
Me : Everywhere. Why wouldn’t they care?
Abby: Because they don’t support what I do. We haven’t spoken since I started doing what I do. They haven’t even tried getting ahold of me.
Me : That sucks, to not have their support. I’ll support you, where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay?
Abby: You don’t have to out of obligation, but thank you. I’ve been doing it without them for this long, I can continue just fine on my own. I have to get to sleep. Night.
Me : I’m not feeling obligated. Sweet dreams.
I put my cellphone on charge and roll over, thoughts of Abagail and an impossible future swirling in my head.
Chapter 1 3
Leaving Gage was hard, I wanted to stay with him as much as he didn’t want me to stay. He can say what he wants that it has nothing to do with me and all to do with him, he can place the fault on his doorstep, I still feel as if it’s partially me. The reason he’s afraid to commit to something more, the reason he doesn’t trust me. Maybe if I had woken him he wouldn’t be questions me still.
My cellphone dings indicating I have an unread message, you’d think that considering the job I do I would always have my phone on me in case one of my bosses from the label called me. I unlock my phone and to find a message from Gage. Not that he’s aware I know that it’s him, maybe I can take advantage of this.
Gage: I’m a very ticklish person.
Me : Really?
Gage: Badly. Your turn.
Me : Hmmmm…
Gage : I’m waiting…
Me : My family has no idea where I am, I doubt they’d care or ask.
Never mind, too much, too soon.
Me : I take that back, forget it. I’m not ticklish at all.
Gage : Too late. You can’t take it back I read it.
Me : Can too.
Gage : Nope. Why doesn’t your family know where you are?
Let’s talk about something else.
Me : Where are you ticklish?
Gage : Everywhere. Why wouldn’t they care?
He’s not going to let it go, this much is obvious.
Me : Because they don’t support what I do. We haven’t spoken since I started doing what I do. They haven’t even tried getting ahold of me.
Gage : That sucks, to not have their support. I’ll support you, where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay?
If only you could be that person, in life.
Me : You don’t have to out of obligation, but thank you. I’ve been doing it without them for this long, I can continue just fine on my own. I have to get to sleep. Night.
Gage: I’m not feeling obligated. Sweet dreams.
I type back, goodnight Gage, but delete the words instead, knowing that if I were to disclose that I know it’s him he probably won’t share anything else with me. Selfish of me to want to keep that part to myself, I know, but for some reason I hold on to any thread he’s willing to give me.
My alarm buzzes bright and early, I sat it for 6 A.M. knowing that no one else would be awake, that way I can get a head start and have everything ready before they all come down. We have to be at the ** by noon, where there will be a catered lunch ready and waiting for us. Then it’s the band’s sound check then on the pre-meet and greet. Something new for them, usually their meet and greet is after the show, not that they’ve canceled that, they’ll be doing one after as well.
But this meet and greet is for paid very important people, the label
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