To the Beat of This Drum

(Fuck A) Silver Lining

Only gold is hot enough, hot enough!

Ding. Ding. Ding.

   You know how your mom went on and on about 'going with her gut' when you were a child? As soon as I heard that trio of notifications I knew there was shit going down. The uncanny feeling of anxiety and worry consumed my thoughts as I rolled over to face my nightstand. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bright light of the screen against the black room. It was the group-chat between my bandmates and manager.

   I felt my heart beat faster in my chest.

   The first message was long. Way, way too long to read from just the lock screen. It was from my manager, Andrew. The second was PJ, my best friend, and our band's guitarist. A simple one-liner. 'Fuck.'

   I didn't wait to read the third.

   My fingers fumbled with the passcode until the chat was displayed across the tiny screen. I read Andrew's first.

Andrew: Sorry about it being the middle of the night and everything, but this is really important. You can't tour unless you can squeeze into the first leg of the Globe Tour, which begins on Wednesday. Today is Monday. I understand if you don't want to do this, but it's your only chance this year, or else it's not happening. And don't ask me why you can't just do this next month with the other indie-fucks, or whatever. Probably some funding 'managed' by a cocaine-snorting C.E.O. who made his way up the ladder sucking dick. Sorry about the tangent, I was just trying to get everything on the table.

Bestie uWu: Fuck.

Hannah Banana: I second that.

   My thumbs quickly typed up my response, the phone almost slipping out of my hands. It's a miracle there weren't any noticeable typos. 

Me: Let's fucking do this.

Sorry this took forever <3