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and walk out of the bathroom. Jason has managed to disappear, I haven’t seen Zepp since I’ve stepped foot on the bus and I can see that Gage is seated on the couch immersed in a show. I choose to sit far away from him, placing my bag on the seat next to me at a small table.
“You can’t stay on this bus, I mean it , the first stop and you’re off.” Gage says while still looking at the television.
Inside, I crumble. The shield I placed on myself only moments ago fell away in tattered fragments of my imagination. To have thought that crying my pain away, then collecting myself would have protected me from the pain of his words.
I reapply a mask, one devoid of emotion.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t bother unpacking. As soon as Jim pulls up to the gas pump I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Good.” He says a smirk on his face.
He’s happy that I gave in. I could stick around and linger on the bus, be a pain in the ass person and his tour manager, but I’d rather not argue. I would rather leave that night where it was without any more horrid memories of things he said. I would rather he not say anything else that could cause me to regret taking this job.
I slide my cellphone out of my pocket and start playing my new obsession, Candy Crush. The game is pointless, but addicting. In what feels like no time, we’re already exiting the thruway to get gas. I must have spent a lot longer in the bathroom than I thought I had.
As soon as Jim puts the bus I park I tumble out of there. Running away from Gage as fast as I can, hoping to hide my hurt just a little bit longer. I see Ryan stepping off the bus on the other side of us so I go in search of the only other one that can be housing the road crew.
Ryan stops me as I board the roadie bus.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asks me.
“Me? Oh, yeah I’m fine.” I stumble out. “I figured there would be more room on this bus, and a little more quiet so I can get some work done.” I lie about the reasoning of switches busses being that we just started this trip.
“ It’s just that you looked like you were running, I wanted to make sure that no one was giving you problems.” He says, questioning me.
“Nope, no running. I’ve never been a runner, I’m clumsy as hell. I was never any good at sports, running included so you don’t have to worry about me running.” I ramble.
Mortified. I attempt to do the opposite of what I just told Ryan I couldn’t do, run. Fast. Onto the bus, when he reaches out for my arm and latches on pulling me to face him.
“Who was it?” He looks pissed.
I remain silent. I don’t even know him, personally, anything I know I’ve learned throughout the years of being a hardcore fan, even then I learned more from the paperwork the label sent over to me about this tour. He doesn’t owe me anything, he doesn’t have to fight my battles, so I tell him so.
“I’ll be all right. You don’t have to worry over me, or fight my battles.”
“It’s not about fighting your battles Abagail. This is my band, my family, my fucking life,” he says harshly. “If someone is being a dick, I want to know, I want to fix it. Even if they’re one of my own, or just happen to work for the label. It’s not right.”
“Thank you, really, for wanting to help me. But I can deal with this on my own, I don’t need you dealing with it for me. I’m not telling you who it was, he and I can figure this out for ourselves. Now, if it’s okay with you I would really like to get situated on this bus, unpack and maybe have a shower before I have to start working.”
He stares at me frozen for a minute, I stunned him. Obviously it’s rare for someone to tell him how it is.
“Okay.” He says before letting my arm go.
Showered and dressed in sweats laying on the bed that was formerly the main couch, I sit straight up my legs bent and wrapped underneath me while I lay every single piece of paper I received from the record label about this tour. Trying
“You can’t stay on this bus, I mean it , the first stop and you’re off.” Gage says while still looking at the television.
Inside, I crumble. The shield I placed on myself only moments ago fell away in tattered fragments of my imagination. To have thought that crying my pain away, then collecting myself would have protected me from the pain of his words.
I reapply a mask, one devoid of emotion.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t bother unpacking. As soon as Jim pulls up to the gas pump I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Good.” He says a smirk on his face.
He’s happy that I gave in. I could stick around and linger on the bus, be a pain in the ass person and his tour manager, but I’d rather not argue. I would rather leave that night where it was without any more horrid memories of things he said. I would rather he not say anything else that could cause me to regret taking this job.
I slide my cellphone out of my pocket and start playing my new obsession, Candy Crush. The game is pointless, but addicting. In what feels like no time, we’re already exiting the thruway to get gas. I must have spent a lot longer in the bathroom than I thought I had.
As soon as Jim puts the bus I park I tumble out of there. Running away from Gage as fast as I can, hoping to hide my hurt just a little bit longer. I see Ryan stepping off the bus on the other side of us so I go in search of the only other one that can be housing the road crew.
Ryan stops me as I board the roadie bus.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asks me.
“Me? Oh, yeah I’m fine.” I stumble out. “I figured there would be more room on this bus, and a little more quiet so I can get some work done.” I lie about the reasoning of switches busses being that we just started this trip.
“ It’s just that you looked like you were running, I wanted to make sure that no one was giving you problems.” He says, questioning me.
“Nope, no running. I’ve never been a runner, I’m clumsy as hell. I was never any good at sports, running included so you don’t have to worry about me running.” I ramble.
Mortified. I attempt to do the opposite of what I just told Ryan I couldn’t do, run. Fast. Onto the bus, when he reaches out for my arm and latches on pulling me to face him.
“Who was it?” He looks pissed.
I remain silent. I don’t even know him, personally, anything I know I’ve learned throughout the years of being a hardcore fan, even then I learned more from the paperwork the label sent over to me about this tour. He doesn’t owe me anything, he doesn’t have to fight my battles, so I tell him so.
“I’ll be all right. You don’t have to worry over me, or fight my battles.”
“It’s not about fighting your battles Abagail. This is my band, my family, my fucking life,” he says harshly. “If someone is being a dick, I want to know, I want to fix it. Even if they’re one of my own, or just happen to work for the label. It’s not right.”
“Thank you, really, for wanting to help me. But I can deal with this on my own, I don’t need you dealing with it for me. I’m not telling you who it was, he and I can figure this out for ourselves. Now, if it’s okay with you I would really like to get situated on this bus, unpack and maybe have a shower before I have to start working.”
He stares at me frozen for a minute, I stunned him. Obviously it’s rare for someone to tell him how it is.
“Okay.” He says before letting my arm go.
Showered and dressed in sweats laying on the bed that was formerly the main couch, I sit straight up my legs bent and wrapped underneath me while I lay every single piece of paper I received from the record label about this tour. Trying
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