July 22nd, 2015 at 09:57pm
Ninety two fucking degrees, Saraya thought to herself as she threw her hair up into a bun. It was another day on the Future Hearts tour. It was also late spring, and abnormally hot. Saraya felt as though she were going to turn into a puddle. She checked her phone and saw that she had about half an hour before she had to be anywhere, so she decided to grab something to eat.
She rifled through the cabinets of the RV she shared with Adam and came up with a box of hot fudge sundae pop tarts. “Yes!” Saraya spoke to herself. She thought Adam had eaten them all the previous night. The young photographer grabbed the last packet, threw the empty pop tart box away, and flopped down on the tiny couch. She opened the wrapper and took a huge bite, almost moaning in satisfaction. This tour kept Saraya running around and so ridiculously busy that she often forgot to stop and eat.
Are we photographing meet and greet today? Saraya fired off a text to Adam. Or do I have time to squeeze a nap in?
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Alex rolled over and ran a hand through his hair, a loud yawn escaping his lips. The sun was starting to come in through his bus window—and as much as he wanted to sleep, he had to get up and do sound check before the show. The twenty something sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to rid them of sleep. Alex swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and climbed out, standing up so he could stretch his body.
“Guys?” He called out, trying to figure out if any of his bandmates were on the bus still. After a few seconds of silence, Alex gathered that he was alone.