24 hours....
A Day in Life… Sam Pennington.
Challenge from _call_me_snake_ For this to truly be a meme others must pick it up. So here I challenge you (Mun throws down the glove) to write 24 hours in the life of your favorite character. It was originally 24 hours in life of whoever but Sam does sleep… sometimes… so I figure I’ll just make it a day in the life.
Warning: Sam’s day is incredibly stress-free. By the end you’ll probably be thinking, ‘uh okay.”
6:00am
Thud. Thud. Pad pad pad. The usual morning sounds of Carlos forcing himself out of bed and into the shower rouse Sam. He always manages to sleep through the buzz of his lover’s alarm clock, it is however the sudden absence of arms around him that force Sam awake. Carlos’s indent in the sheets is the only thing remaining in bed with Sam. Sam decides he must fix this and walks over to join his baby in the shower.
“Morning,” Sam mumbles, wrapping his arms around his husband’s sudsy form.
“You’re up early Angel,” Carlos leans down to kiss him, flinging soap from his body to Sam’s.
“You’re sexy when you’re wet.” They make love right there in the shower. Its true, Sam will never get enough of the man he loves so much.
7:00 am.
Sam and Carlos eat breakfast. Captain Crunch for Sam, protein shake for Carlos.
8:00am.
Carlos leaves for work. Sam watches the morning news and finishes with the paper.
9:00am
“Die motherfuckers, die!”
Only the ringing phone shifts Sam’s attention from his Xbox game. It’s Izzy wanting another word for fractional. She works way too hard on that thesis of hers.
10am.
“Shut up, Patrick. You’re shitting me!” Patrick Malloy, the man from the guitar shop has bad news regarding Sam’s new resonator guitar. Apparently the pick ups have broken. It’s always something, Sam has to find a new place for his guitar business, Malloy just isn’t careful enough. The shop on Blecher was the best place in the city but he’d never be able to go there again.
11am.
Sam parks in front of the studio on Wise Avenue. He totes his guitar, e-bow, speakers, and distortion box up the stairs to meet to Mr. Unger. He’s been hired to provide background music for some corporate asshole who’s too lazy to hire a lawyer and use copyrighted material. Sam was willing to write something new and that got him the job. The man seems nice enough but these commercials are a joke. Whatever, it’s all the same to Sam.
12:00pm
Sam grabs lunch at a bagel bakery in the Village. He almost doesn’t hear his phone ring over the roar of his ipod. It’s Donna. She’s still living in LA but has a trip planned to go to Scotland. She’s sure the country will be nice but not looking forward to the trip for various other reasons. God does Sam miss her, he’ll have to go visit her one of these days. He daydreams about how much Donna and Carlos will love each other.
1:00pm-3:00pm
Sam heads to one of his favorite song writing places, the Coffee Emporium in SoHo. Its so artsy yet fake. He loves how tacky it is and somehow that juxtaposition of commercialism and art inspires him. He pulls out his pen and marble composition book and jots down ideas. Later these ideas will become songs. He never uses a laptop to write songs, always pen and paper.
3:00pm-6:00pm
He’s late but he finally makes it to band practice. Chase and Roger are already setting up. They rock out for hours, trying new things and perfecting old things. Sam realizes they might just be a pretty good fit. They still need a freaking name though. Love’s way? Maybe, but they really need a chick in the band to get away with that. Ignite the soul? Maybe, but that implies they’ll be heavy on the ballads. They’ll think of something.
7:00 pm
Sam arrives home. For day without a whole lot of physical exertion he’s still pretty tired. It must have been the shower sex first thing in the morning. Carlos has made dinner and Sam is all too happy to eat it.
8pm
Sam thanks Carlos for dinner. Twice.
9pm.
Sam shows Carlos the notes he made that day and tells him all about Unger. He hates to talk about his day during dinner, he rather be curled in Carlos’s arms, paying attention, when they share the important stuff.
10pm.
Sam and Carlos fall asleep listening to the news. They’re an old married couple already. Chances are good one of them will be awakened by nightmares during the night, but neither worry, they have each other for comfort.
Challenge from _call_me_snake_ For this to truly be a meme others must pick it up. So here I challenge you (Mun throws down the glove) to write 24 hours in the life of your favorite character. It was originally 24 hours in life of whoever but Sam does sleep… sometimes… so I figure I’ll just make it a day in the life.
Warning: Sam’s day is incredibly stress-free. By the end you’ll probably be thinking, ‘uh okay.”
6:00am
Thud. Thud. Pad pad pad. The usual morning sounds of Carlos forcing himself out of bed and into the shower rouse Sam. He always manages to sleep through the buzz of his lover’s alarm clock, it is however the sudden absence of arms around him that force Sam awake. Carlos’s indent in the sheets is the only thing remaining in bed with Sam. Sam decides he must fix this and walks over to join his baby in the shower.
“Morning,” Sam mumbles, wrapping his arms around his husband’s sudsy form.
“You’re up early Angel,” Carlos leans down to kiss him, flinging soap from his body to Sam’s.
“You’re sexy when you’re wet.” They make love right there in the shower. Its true, Sam will never get enough of the man he loves so much.
7:00 am.
Sam and Carlos eat breakfast. Captain Crunch for Sam, protein shake for Carlos.
8:00am.
Carlos leaves for work. Sam watches the morning news and finishes with the paper.
9:00am
“Die motherfuckers, die!”
Only the ringing phone shifts Sam’s attention from his Xbox game. It’s Izzy wanting another word for fractional. She works way too hard on that thesis of hers.
10am.
“Shut up, Patrick. You’re shitting me!” Patrick Malloy, the man from the guitar shop has bad news regarding Sam’s new resonator guitar. Apparently the pick ups have broken. It’s always something, Sam has to find a new place for his guitar business, Malloy just isn’t careful enough. The shop on Blecher was the best place in the city but he’d never be able to go there again.
11am.
Sam parks in front of the studio on Wise Avenue. He totes his guitar, e-bow, speakers, and distortion box up the stairs to meet to Mr. Unger. He’s been hired to provide background music for some corporate asshole who’s too lazy to hire a lawyer and use copyrighted material. Sam was willing to write something new and that got him the job. The man seems nice enough but these commercials are a joke. Whatever, it’s all the same to Sam.
12:00pm
Sam grabs lunch at a bagel bakery in the Village. He almost doesn’t hear his phone ring over the roar of his ipod. It’s Donna. She’s still living in LA but has a trip planned to go to Scotland. She’s sure the country will be nice but not looking forward to the trip for various other reasons. God does Sam miss her, he’ll have to go visit her one of these days. He daydreams about how much Donna and Carlos will love each other.
1:00pm-3:00pm
Sam heads to one of his favorite song writing places, the Coffee Emporium in SoHo. Its so artsy yet fake. He loves how tacky it is and somehow that juxtaposition of commercialism and art inspires him. He pulls out his pen and marble composition book and jots down ideas. Later these ideas will become songs. He never uses a laptop to write songs, always pen and paper.
3:00pm-6:00pm
He’s late but he finally makes it to band practice. Chase and Roger are already setting up. They rock out for hours, trying new things and perfecting old things. Sam realizes they might just be a pretty good fit. They still need a freaking name though. Love’s way? Maybe, but they really need a chick in the band to get away with that. Ignite the soul? Maybe, but that implies they’ll be heavy on the ballads. They’ll think of something.
7:00 pm
Sam arrives home. For day without a whole lot of physical exertion he’s still pretty tired. It must have been the shower sex first thing in the morning. Carlos has made dinner and Sam is all too happy to eat it.
8pm
Sam thanks Carlos for dinner. Twice.
9pm.
Sam shows Carlos the notes he made that day and tells him all about Unger. He hates to talk about his day during dinner, he rather be curled in Carlos’s arms, paying attention, when they share the important stuff.
10pm.
Sam and Carlos fall asleep listening to the news. They’re an old married couple already. Chances are good one of them will be awakened by nightmares during the night, but neither worry, they have each other for comfort.