Sappy

I'm exhausted

*Sydney's P.O.V*

I look in my reflection in the mirror. I'm not the same person I was when I started the band. I've lost my enthusiasm. I've lost my motivation. I've lost that fire in my eyes. Ashes is all that's left.
I sigh as I splash some cold water on my face.

"You look as if you haven't slept in ages." I heard a familiar voice
call out behind me. I jump up startled at his sudden presence. I turn my heels and face him. Good grief. "Haven't you heard of
knocking?" I hiss. "Geez, I was just coming to tell you that Mark wants to talk to you." He laughed as he raised his hands in defeat.

Mark? What does he want now? Our gig doesn't start until 4 more hours so, it can't be that. Hmm... "It better be important." I huff as I exit the dim restroom. "I think it is important. I mean, he had  his 'we need to talk' face on. We all  know what that means. We probably have to add more dates to the tour or something like that." Spencer growled as he tried his best to catch up with me. But, due to the fact of his limited height and short legs it was difficult. I mean, the dude's like barely 5'1 ft.

I shook those thoughts out of my head and started to worry.
What did Mark need to talk to me about? I felt my stomach getting upset. Ugh. Stupid Mark better make this quick. It's almost happy hour at Taco Bell and nobody is going to stand in the way between me and my food.

I turn around and look at the sweaty mess Spencer has become. I chuckle. "I'll take it from here big guy." I laugh as I ruffle his messy brown hair. He slapped my hand and glared at me but his eyes softened soon after. "Will you be okay?" He asks as he fixes his hair. "Pssh. Yeah, man. You go take a shower or something. If there's one thing chics hate is awful body odor." I say as I playfully punch his arm. "Oh, shut up."he says before walking away leaving me alone infront of Mark's door.

I fidget with the bottom of my jacket. Why am I so scared of him anyways. It's not like he's going to fire me. I am the lead of the band. I take all the courage at the fiery pit at the bottom of my
stomach and carefully twist the rusty door knob. I cringe at the loud creaking sound made by the door. "Come in Sidney!I've been waiting for you." His voice boomed through the room.

I cautiously walk inside the room. "Hey Mark, Spencer said you had something you wanted to tell me?" I ask as I take a seat infront of him. Mark is a tall slick guy about 6'2 ft. Yeah he's a giant. He can be a friendly giant but he has his days where he becomes a blood thirsty giant that devours new born babies for supper. And the most troublesome thing here is that you never know when he'll be gentle and nice or blood thirsty.

"I have made a humongous decision Sydney...and I don't know how you'll react. But just know that I'm doing this for your sake okay?" Mark says barely above a whisper. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What does he mean by 'humongous decision' ?
"What are you going to do?" I ask ready for what's coming. Whatever it is, it doesn't look like it's gonna be good.

I watch as Mark pours himself a glass of whiskey and sits back down at his desk. "Look, Sydney, I know just how tough it can be to be on tour for more than 12 months without going back home. And it's overwhelming as Hell. In the past few days I've noticed
that you're not looking too well. And it's very worrying. So, on the part of me and all the staff at management we think it's best if you take a break." He says before engulfing the alcohol in one sip. My stomach drops. What? Is he kicking me out of the band?

"W-what do you mean by 'take a break' ?" I asked as I nervously bit my lip. Mark sighed heavily as he rubbed his temples. "I mean, that we'll finish the tour without you Sydney. I'm sorry but it's for your own good." He says calmly. "How is it for my own good Mark?! Who's going to be doing vocals and lead guitar?! Huh?! Tell me dammit!" I yelled as I slammed my hands on his table making his half empty glass jump. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Look at yourself Sydney! You're a mess! And If there's one thing I dislike most is messes like you. I can't allow you to keep looking and acting like a zombie on stage and in public! Last night's concert was awful! You looked lifeless! There was no emotion being transmitted to the audience! You're health is at it's all time low and I can't allow you to keep working. It's too risky. We need you Sydney. And that's why I'm laying you off for the remainder of the tour." He said standing from his desk and walking towards his almost empty whiskey bottle.

I stay silent with my head down. God, I hate when he yells at me. But, do I really look that awful? I guess I do. I look so awful even I noticed the difference. "W-where am I supposed to go? The paparazzi is everywhere. " I say directing my view back on him as he serves himself what's left of the beverage. "I know a place you could go. My grandma used to live there as a matter of fact. Maybe, you could stay in her old house." He says calmly. "No way am I staying at a dead lady's house." I snarl. He slams his glass on his desk shattering it into little pieces. Making me nearly fall out of my seat. "Listen you little brat. It's either you take it or get layed off not only for this tour but for the next one too!" He yells not once taking his eyes off of me.

I gulp. "F-fine." I mumbled cautious of making the older man mad again. I could see him ease a bit. "Don't worry kid, I'm sure you'll like it there. It's called Aberdeen, Washington. It's really calm there. But it does rain alot." He says. "I like rain." I whisper. "And I like your attitude kiddo! You can go pack your bags now if you'd like." He says before patting my back. I sigh tiredly. "Okay, I guess." I mumble as I exit out of his office.

Aberdeen here I come.
But first, I've got to go to Taco Bell, happy hour is almost over.

*Kurt's P.O.V*

Aberdeen. I've been here since I can remember. I've seen all the sights. I've had all the food. Eh. If Aberdeen was a color it would be Gray. Why? Because Gray is very dull. I have no sentimental attachment to this hell hole. I want to get out of here as soon as I can. But there's one small problem. I don't have anywhere else to go. But then again...I dont necessarily have a place to call home. My parents split up when I was still a kid.

That divorce ruined everything. I groan and shake my thoughts out of my head. "You're break's over Cobain." My co-worker mumbled as she sat beside me and lit her cigarette. I glance at her and sigh. "Hey Abby?" I say while staring down at my feet. "What?" She said exhaling before taking another drag from her cigarette.

"Don't you ever wish you could ditch Aberdeen and go somewhere else?" I ask. "My whole life is in Aberdeen."she said barely above a whisper. I guess not everyone is as tired with Aberdeen as me. "How about you Kurt?" She says out of nowhere.
I could feel myself blush. Wow. She never asks me anything. This is strange. "I-I want to get out of here as soon as possible." I say.

"How come?"she asks glancing at me. "I'm just tired of this place." I groan. "Well, Aberdeen is whatever you choose to make of it."she says. I shrug. "Yeah, I guess." I sigh. If only I had the money to get out of here. If only I could just hop in my car right now and drive and drive until my gas runs out and stay wherever my car gets stranded. If only...If only I had someone to relate to. If only.

"Get off your sorry ass and get back to work Cobain." The older woman grumbled. "Okay. Bye Abby." I sigh before standing up and entering the grocery store. "Kurt, could you over the cash register for me?" Dennison asked as he quickly took his apron off.Why is he in a hurry? "Where are you off to?" I ask putting on my apron.

"My wife is giving birth! A-and I really got to get going because I don't want to miss it!" He says excitedly before running out the exit. He's having a kid? Damn. Everyone's having kids nowadays. I wonder how it feels like to have a kid. If I ever do have a kid...I'm going to be a better Dad than my dad was to me.

I walk and get behind the cash register. This is going to be a long day.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you guys liked the first chapter! The next chapter is going to be hella good so make sure to stick around for it.💕)