I awoke to the blazing sun pouring through the window, a gentle reminder that I had to wake up earlier than I usually do. I groaned inwardly as I rolled out of bed and stretched. All of the money I allowed Phil to use to buy our hotel room, and he gets the one with the rock solid bed? Typical Phillip.
Shaking my head, I grabbed my toothbrush and walked sluggishly into the bathroom. I studied myself in the mirror above the sink. My hair was a mess. All frizzed up and parted the wrong way, I almost looked like Phil. I wonder what the audience would think if we wore each other's hair on stage. I thought, then dismissed the idea quickly. I had to pull myself together for this show tonight.
Phil and I were currently in America for our book tour. The first show would be tonight, along with book signings. When we were in London, I found these shows simple and fun. But there's something about tonight that felt different, and I don't think it's jitters.
When Phil knocked on the door and told me to hurry it up, I tried to rid my mind of these dark thoughts. I stepped out of the room and avoided Phil's eyes, which would no doubt be concerned if he knew how I was feeling. "All yours," I muttered to my ginger friend. No matter what precautions I took, I still felt him eyeing me curiously as I hurried away to change my clothes.
Come on Dan, get a grip. There is absolutely nothing that could go wrong at this show tonight. This may not have been entirely true, but it is what I needed to hear. Feeling refreshed, I wore the darkest shade of black I could find in my wardrobe, and waited for Phil.
"You alright?" He asked me (like I knew he would) when he was ready to go.
"Sure," I replied with a casual shrug. "Ready to hit up the breakfast buffet?"
I could tell Phil wasn't buying it. I didn't expect him to- we knew each other too well. But I was grateful when he agreed to drop the conversation for now and go enjoy food in the hotel's lobby.