Deteriorate

Connecting.

Scott

My head hurts.

My head hurts.

Oh, my head? It hurts.

My head huRTS A LOT.

I'm just sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket.

"What's that smell?" I ask.

"I don't smell anything." Avi says.

"Soap!"

"Uh... Esther is washing a dish, but how did you...?"

"I don't know..."

"Your senses will be strong for a while." Kirstie says.

"So basically I'm like Batman... Or Beyonce."

"Okaaay, Scott." Kevin says.

"Where are we going?" I ask, looking out the window.

"Some high school to sing... East High I think." Avi says.

You're going to visit a choir soon.

"Oh, cool. I'm feeling a little tired. I think I'm gonna take a nap before we get there. How long do we have?" I say, getting up to leave.

"About two hours." Esther says.

I close the door and get in my bunk.

How do I talk to her?

Is there an angel communication thing or something?

I pull out my phone and Google "How to talk to angels".

Okay, so I have to pray.

How do I do that?

I close my eyes and lay back on my bed.

"Um... Sister? I'm trying to reach you... I just had brain surgery, remember?"

"Oh, Scott! Hello. I hope you're feeling better."

I jump when I hear her voice. "Thanks... Um, we're about to be at this school and I need to know how I'm gonna touch these people's lives or... Whatever."

"Oh, Scott. You have to find that out yourself."

"But... How will I know what to say?"

"It will come to you."

"Okay but I need like a script or- sister?"

She left.

Ugh, she's annoying.

I should learn her name.

Does she have a name?

I get under the covers and plug my phone into the charger.

I pull my blanket over my head, wincing at the scar tissue that's building up.

I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing that everything could be normal again.

Mitch

"No, we cannot take him out of this tour!" I scream in my tour manager's face.