He woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat. He was pulled from a vague dream by some invisible hand that clutched his heart. He stared at the ceiling, trying desperately to remember details of the figure of his dreams. Her slender silhouette haunted his thoughts and distracted his mind. He had to know who she was and why he thought of her so often. It was as if he had met his soulmate and lost her as soon as he awoke.
Feeling melancholy, he got out of bed and walked to the window. It was nearly sunrise. He loved to watch the sun come up in each new city. His job required a lot of traveling. The morning always brought another view, a new room and a new city. Often he found himself in different countries overnight. He sighed as the sun peeked over a distant hill. The view was breathtaking here in… Where are we again?
A soft sound across the room brought him back into reality. He often found himself deep in thought in the early morning. It was the only time he had to himself. In minutes, the others would awake and he’d be thrown into a world of chaos in which he’d never have a spare second.
The soft sound soon evolved into the noises made by his roommate, now waking up. That was always a sign that the chaos of the new day was fast approaching. Soon he would be immersed in the world of music, which he loved dearly, but of which he was a little tired of by now. There would be rehearsals and sound checks very early, followed by small staff meetings and culminating in a spectacular concert and another night on the road. Tonight would be fun, but exhausting. They always had fun, but it could get a little dangerous at times, especially when the fans got a little too close.
“You up yet?” his roomy asked, forcing himself out of bed.
“Yea, you’re the sleepy one! Is it time already?”
He didn’t even need to ask. He already knew the answer. There was
never
any relief from the monotony.
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