I can't find the strength I search for
Regulus had just finished up his last show for a week. He had agreed to let some of the violinists and harpists take some of his spots. He was doing fine monetarily anyway. And as he walked back to the Conrad (not yet knowing about the elevator) he thought about how his asthma had been acting up more than usual and his inhaler wasn't working as well as it did before.
He sat down in one of benches that were across the street from the Conrad. Burying his face in his hands, he groaned, he felt tired. All week, he'd been tired, but he'd been so busy he hadn't even given a second thought. But now...he groaned again. He really needed to go to bed, maybe in a few minutes...he had to gather his strength.
He sat down in one of benches that were across the street from the Conrad. Burying his face in his hands, he groaned, he felt tired. All week, he'd been tired, but he'd been so busy he hadn't even given a second thought. But now...he groaned again. He really needed to go to bed, maybe in a few minutes...he had to gather his strength.