The Light Behind Your Eyes

We finished playing the last song on the setlist, and walked of of the stage.
My hair was drizzled in sweat, and adrenaline rushed through my body.
My younger sibling was panting heavily, and Frank was running around, still hyper.

I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down, and sipped my bottle of water.
Ray had collapsed onto the couch, and stretched himself so that he could try to sleep.

I ran a hand through my wet, blonde, hair, and walked over to him.
I picked up strands of his afro and twisted them round my finger.
He woke up with a start, and swatted my hand away, making his hair pull.
He yelped in pain.
"Goddamit Gee!" He exclaimed.
I put my hands behind my back.
"Sorry" I said, apolagetically.
He sighed, and layed down again.

Bob came in, and started tapping on the table with his drumsticks.
Mikey walked over, and sat down next to me, his bass slumped over his shoulder.
I ran my index finger along the strings.
Mikey spotted me, and punched my arm.
I looked at him confused.
"No-one, and i mean no-one touches my bass" He said, stroking the neck of his instrument.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.
Frank rushed over, and randomly started hitting my back with both hands.
I twisted around to see him.
"Awww, you're no fun" He said, pouting with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

I put my right hand on my head, resting my fingertips on my forehead.
I put on a pair of sunglasses and a beanie, and walked out the door.
"I'm goin' for a walk. Anyone comin'?" I shouted.
"Yeah, wait up" Frank shouted back.
He rushed out, wearing the same as me- sunglasses and a beanie.
"Alright, lets go" He said, starting to walk out.