Coffee House Love
Previously on Coffee House Love…
She stood up from her seat, waved to the line, and then walked out through the back door.
Shit.
"Eddie! Make her come back." Tanya whined loudly.
"Tanya, I can't she is guarded and who knows where she went." My body flooded with disappointment.
I needed to see her again.
Chapter Three
The tour bus was as cold as my empty heart. I sat on the softly cushioned couch, watching the cars race across the through way. Ali-Sophia lay on the leather recliner behind me; ipod in her ears full blast. It was no surprise really that she would be listening to the Les Mis soundtrack. That woman loved her musicals.
"Sophia, do you know what time we're supposed to arrive?" She continued to mouth out the lyrics and stare out the window. "Sophia?" Lord she is going to become deaf from her music being so loud. I can hear it from across the room. I grabbed a grape from the package sitting on my lap; red seedless of course. I flung the grape over the dead space between us; landing in her milk chocolate bob.
"Hey, what was that for?" She asked taking out each of her ear buds and placing them in her lap.
"I thought you looked hungry." I said innocently, and then smiled "Do you know what time we are supposed to be arriving in the city?" We've already been in the bus for a little over three days, and it was bound to get dark soon.
"Well, we were supposed to get there around midnight, but with all of the traffic we've hit who knows. What city are we in any who?" I glanced out the window for about a minute to see the Columbus Art Memorial. "Oh. Columbus…well hold on let me check." She pulled out her iphone and began tapping away. "It says we should be there in about eight hours." Eight hours really? My legs were killing me!
I stood and walked slowly over to the driver. "Is there anyway we could make a small pit stop soon?"
"Uhh. Sure honey, lets just get a ways out of the city and then we'll stop."
We drove a ways, got off the freeway, and entered a small nature reserve. It was so peaceful.
"Here we are." The driver said, and I practically sprinted off the bus to get some fresh air. Sophia following close behind.
"God I could really use a drink!" I whined to her. My head was rushing and I just needed something to take the edge off.
"I think we all could, but you know tour policies."
"Fuck tour policies." My mind raced so fast that I knew I could not keep up. Rushing over the vast hills and plains, through the foliage of the forests, and beneath the oceans photic zone. Now would be a great time to go back on Prozac.
I walked into the thick woods until I couldn't hear any outside voices. It was quiet enough to be able to hear the insect scurry and the braches creak in the wind. Glad that I was wearing a rugged pair of jeans, I sat down in a small pile of autumn leaves.
The noise in the air spoke to me. It created music; a symphony of sound. The insects held the beat; their little legs pattering against the ground. The branches proved to be well toned basses, and birds served as the high and mighty sopranos. The tune was extravagant and harmonic. It spoke to me, and told me to sing along. I opened my mouth to join in and nothing came out.
Shit!
Nothing came out. I tried again and again just to sputter out a single note and nothing happened. It's probably just my anxiety. Yeah, that probably it. I laid back into the leaves and watched the clouds move. I closed my eyes and tried to use some of the techniques my therapist taught me. That was back when I had at least two panic attacks a week. Thank you Edward Cullen.
I closed my eyes and deeply breathed. It came to me.
I'm up in the woods
I'm down on my mind
I'm building a still
to slow down the time.
It started soft with long overwhelming pauses. It began as if it would never finish. The harmony grew loud within my head and hummed aloud with the under tones. This is what I am meant to do. This will be my masterpiece.
The song finished, and for once in my life I felt fulfilled. I left the woods with a genuine smile. Those nineteen words held so many different meanings beneath the actual words.
How Since he left I have become dependant on some sort of drug to mask the pain. How life has just raced past me and until I meet equilibrium there is nothing that I can do to control it. How I need a break. I need to become one with myself. To realize that life can move on with out him, and I need not dwell on the past.
"There you are! Come on we need to get going. Do you have any idea what time it is?" I didn't. What it couldn't be past six? I looked back at the sky. The moon shone bright and the stars found their true identity; no longer hiding above the clouds. It was dark, not a oh its dark, but I can still see a hint of the sun on the horizon. No it was dark. No sun.
"Where were you any way?"
"Singing." I said with a smile that I haven't shone in quite some time.
The gravel to the bus was unsteady but it held its own. I kept my head held to the ground; humming softly to myself as step by step I entered the bus.
"We were getting worried about you. You were off for quite some time." I went back to my lumpy sofa and grabbed my little notebook. It held every song I had ever written. The good and the bad. "Came up with a new song huh?"
"Yeah, it's the best one yet." I smiled proudly to myself.
"Do you want to sing it yet?"
"I still need to perfect, and then I'll show you." I grabbed a pen out of my bag and scribbled it down. This book was my life. It held all of my secrets and downfalls. If I were to ever lose it, I would be ruined.
It was late and we still had a long way to drive. I checked the clock. 1:27am. This was going to be a long night. I didn't feel like going back to my bunk, so I laid back on the couch and put on my ipod. A little music for the soul never hurt.
CRASH! BANG! SNAP! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
"Shit. Shit. Shhhhh. She's still sleeping." My imagination had me seeing Sophia in her ruffle pajamas and eye mask holing her small index finger to her lips. What was all the ruckus? "Shit, shit, shit." What happened now? I didn't feel like opening my eyes but I figured that whatever just happened I could help fix it. My eyes fluttered open only to reveal that it was still extremely dark and I couldn't see a thing except for one small lit up cigarette butt.
"Sophia, what happened?" I asked.
"SHHHHHH! Don't wake any one up!" she whispered, and I automatically figured out why. There was a no alcohol, no smoking, and no drug contract we had to sign with my record company and this little stunt could get me dropped.
"Head to the back." I said and we began head to the tail of the bus, until I found out what all of the noise was from. All of the plates from the top drawer had fallen out of the cupboard and were not situated on the ground. I quickly gathered them and placed them up to the shelf. We then shuffled to the tail end on the bus.
She grabbed the pack out of her pocket and pulled one out for me. I lit it with my lighter and then took a drag. It felt like heaven. Yes, I will admit it. I am addicted, and there is only one person I blame for it. Myself cough and Edward Cullen cough cough. I despise the feeling that I am dependant on some thing. It made me feel like crap during the day when I couldn't have it, and I am planning on quitting…just as soon as all of this pressure goes away.
So there we sat at quarter to three in the morning with the window open for our nightly ritual.
I do not own twilight or any of its characters.
I do not own Woods by Bon Iver.
I don't know why, but this chapter really speaks to me. It could just be due to the fact that I was watching one of my favorite movies whilst writting this, or my love of music. :)
I know that it took a while for my to update and I apologize. I recently burnt the palm of my right hand up by the fingers, so it still kills to type. I promise though that the next update will be soon.
I can also promise you that the more comments i get, the quicker the next chapter will appear. :)
Love always,
BrittanyyGrace
