it’s almost eleven o’clock, and your pregnant wife has missed breakfast if y’all are still in bed. I wanted to see if we could all have lunch before y’all head out,” I explain my reason for calling.
“Man, my wife didn’t sleep three hours last night because she says my spawn feels like it has four arms and legs inside her belly kicking her all night. That little bugger can move and kick. I’m talk legs in her ribs, beating the hell out of her. Shit, I felt bad.” I laugh at the thought of Drew’s kid having all those arms and legs. “I didn’t understand what she was telling me when we were on the road, but damn, I got a pretty clear picture last night. I owe this girl so much pampering, and I’m spending all my time from now until whenever this little monster pops out doing just that!” He says sympathetically.
Drew is over top in love with Courtney, a feat for that bad boy drummer. But for Drew, Courtney’s the only girl in the world worth spending any thoughts on. “We can meet up when she wakes up and feels like eating, but I’m not waking her, dude.”
“Sounds like you got a future drummer on your hands. Call me when Court’s ready. Believe me, we all owe her. She hasn’t given us any shit for being on the road as much as we have been.” She hasn’t been even a little bit of the pain in the ass she deserved to be. “We can’t keep doing this you know. It’s not fair. We need to get this schedule under control,” I say, knowing we need to start making this a priority. We’re getting to an age where we need to start living our real lives and not just be musicians.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to be leaving the family behind for months at a time, Garrett. They’re both coming with me next tour. Consider this your ‘Heads Up’,” he says in his typical no bullshit tone.
“Yeah, got it. See you this afternoon,” I say before hanging up. We can’t do this to our families. Even though I am not the only single band member, I still can’t allow these guys to continue making this kind of sacrifice. Anyway, I think the idea of a committed relationship just got a lot more appealing to me in the last few days.
Drew calls later that afternoon to meet up at the little Cuban place. Courtney loves Cuban sandwiches. You can’t really get anything that tastes this good in Nashville, so she’s making sure she gets her fill before she leaves town. She tells us all about the baby and how he’s keeping her awake all night, in the bathroom a hundred times a day, and hungry all the time. We laugh and talk to her about our road stories.
Court asks where I’ve been the last few nights. She’s expected me to come hang out, like I’ve always done in the past. Drew’s my best friend. Usually we’re together in the same town when we have time off. I spend a lot of time hanging out at his house, even though, I have my own house right down the road. It’s lonely in that big house, so I only really ever sleep, and sometimes work, there. The fact that I’m staying in Tampa, instead of going home to Nashville with them is making them curious, I’m sure.
“Is everything okay with your ‘rents?” Drew asks, prying for information.
“Yeah, dude, just putting in some quality time,” I explain. “It’s been a while since I’ve been back hanging out in the old stomping grounds and haven’t been prepping for a show. You know?”
Courtney frowns. “Garrett, will you come home when the baby is born? I want you to meet him.”
Court’s become kind of like a sister. I don’t want her to be upset by my staying away, but I need to figure this out with Alexis. “Of course, girl! Try and keep me away!” I say to her and she smiles. I feel better immediately.
I decide that I need some advice about what’s happening with Alexis. I know Drew and Court are the only ones I can trust with this information, so I spill the beans. “So…there’s this girl.” Drew drops his fork and it clatters
“Man, my wife didn’t sleep three hours last night because she says my spawn feels like it has four arms and legs inside her belly kicking her all night. That little bugger can move and kick. I’m talk legs in her ribs, beating the hell out of her. Shit, I felt bad.” I laugh at the thought of Drew’s kid having all those arms and legs. “I didn’t understand what she was telling me when we were on the road, but damn, I got a pretty clear picture last night. I owe this girl so much pampering, and I’m spending all my time from now until whenever this little monster pops out doing just that!” He says sympathetically.
Drew is over top in love with Courtney, a feat for that bad boy drummer. But for Drew, Courtney’s the only girl in the world worth spending any thoughts on. “We can meet up when she wakes up and feels like eating, but I’m not waking her, dude.”
“Sounds like you got a future drummer on your hands. Call me when Court’s ready. Believe me, we all owe her. She hasn’t given us any shit for being on the road as much as we have been.” She hasn’t been even a little bit of the pain in the ass she deserved to be. “We can’t keep doing this you know. It’s not fair. We need to get this schedule under control,” I say, knowing we need to start making this a priority. We’re getting to an age where we need to start living our real lives and not just be musicians.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to be leaving the family behind for months at a time, Garrett. They’re both coming with me next tour. Consider this your ‘Heads Up’,” he says in his typical no bullshit tone.
“Yeah, got it. See you this afternoon,” I say before hanging up. We can’t do this to our families. Even though I am not the only single band member, I still can’t allow these guys to continue making this kind of sacrifice. Anyway, I think the idea of a committed relationship just got a lot more appealing to me in the last few days.
Drew calls later that afternoon to meet up at the little Cuban place. Courtney loves Cuban sandwiches. You can’t really get anything that tastes this good in Nashville, so she’s making sure she gets her fill before she leaves town. She tells us all about the baby and how he’s keeping her awake all night, in the bathroom a hundred times a day, and hungry all the time. We laugh and talk to her about our road stories.
Court asks where I’ve been the last few nights. She’s expected me to come hang out, like I’ve always done in the past. Drew’s my best friend. Usually we’re together in the same town when we have time off. I spend a lot of time hanging out at his house, even though, I have my own house right down the road. It’s lonely in that big house, so I only really ever sleep, and sometimes work, there. The fact that I’m staying in Tampa, instead of going home to Nashville with them is making them curious, I’m sure.
“Is everything okay with your ‘rents?” Drew asks, prying for information.
“Yeah, dude, just putting in some quality time,” I explain. “It’s been a while since I’ve been back hanging out in the old stomping grounds and haven’t been prepping for a show. You know?”
Courtney frowns. “Garrett, will you come home when the baby is born? I want you to meet him.”
Court’s become kind of like a sister. I don’t want her to be upset by my staying away, but I need to figure this out with Alexis. “Of course, girl! Try and keep me away!” I say to her and she smiles. I feel better immediately.
I decide that I need some advice about what’s happening with Alexis. I know Drew and Court are the only ones I can trust with this information, so I spill the beans. “So…there’s this girl.” Drew drops his fork and it clatters
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