Venom and Hope

We had another band meeting the next day and all it was about was the fucking tour. How can you try to ignore something when people keep shoving it in your face? And the worst part is that it made me all nervous and jumpy when we practiced. Not to mention a bit distracted.

Jazz was trying to explain a different way to play a part of a song or something but I just could not for the life of me pay attention. All I could think about was seeing him again.

"Roz!!! Yoo-hoo! Earth to Roz! Could you at least try to pay attention when I'm talking to you?!" Jazz was the only one who was actually trying in this rehearsal. Everybody else gave up when I spaced out in the middle of a song.

"Uhhh, yeah sorry."

"Roz please be serious. We're touring in a week."

"Yeah, okay I'll do that." I guessed I lied because during the next song Jackson had to throw a drumstick at me to get me to sing. That turned out to be a bad idea because I just turned around and threw it back at him; knocking the symbols down.

After that we all decided to call it a day and go home.