Rock Star Escape Part 6
Summary: What was once a highly desired and sought after band has just quit the music industry, with major shocks along the way and all three former rock stars have their own battles to deal with.
Chapter Summary: At the pool
Length: 1,381
Feedback: Better than Dom Howards green skinny jeans XD
It was getting late, about 5:30 or so and it was beginning to get cold. I took my sunglasses off and continued reading, wondering how much longer I’d stay here by the poolside. Pretty much everyone had left, there was one couple who seemed too preoccupied with each other to notice anything else, I was ok with that. I had read so much of that book today and managed to get a fairly good tan, mission accomplished! I had tried to read this book from year 9 at school, but had only ever read 100 pages of this 600pg+ book. It was great to see I was nearly at the half way mark, although I love books I’m a very slow and unmotivated reader.
I gazed up into the sky, the first hint of night dawning upon the light the sun had given. I missed my friends. I didn’t really know what I was coming home to either, I didn’t have any family whatsoever in England and all my friends are back home, where I had originally come from. Australia. As magical as the word sounds to anybody else, I didn’t enjoy it much and it really didn’t have anything to offer me. But England, England had it all, our first major gig as a band was here and that’s where we became famous.
I remember moving out here, the first time living anywhere other than my family’s house in Victoria. I was with Cherry and Willow, although back then, we had different names. Our real ones, the ones we could never go back to. That’s ok though, I never really liked my name anyway, too plain and boring, so predictable for an Aussie.
I remember going into our little apartment we had inspected on a holiday a month previous to moving out, it was small, quaint and bustling and in the middle of Kent. It was lovely, that’s the only way to describe it. We had so much fun there, in fact we had all lived there up until about a year ago, when we started travelling too much, we then went and lived wherever suited us best. Cherry decided she wanted to live in London and Willow, France, but close to the underwater tunnel connecting to England so we could still see each other easily. As for me, I moved to Greater Manchester and regularly went to football games at Old Trafford to see my favourite team. Those were the days, where anything would fly, now I couldn’t go anywhere. In fact, I hadn’t been anywhere like that in a long time. So unwinding a hotel without a care in the world of what everyone else thinks, is just bliss for me, adding a little normal into my strange life. Although when I was young, normal wasn’t enough…
I remember when we spray painted the driveway of my house and a brick wall nearby. It was my own graffiti design and it had the word ‘Discrepancy’ for our band. It looked rather wonderful, actually looking back, I think it’s still there. It was written in purple bubble writing and had random things around it that we either liked to do, or was an inside joke for us. We had a lot of those… Inside jokes I mean. It was so bliss before everything changed… why had I done such a thing?
It was getting late and the light from the sky was barely visible. I decided to pack my things up and make my way towards my room. I deserved a nice warm shower, some room service and maybe a nice movie. Hotels still had movies to order right? I wasn’t going to watch normal television yet, I was too scared what I’d find on there…
Content, I stepped into my warm pyjamas, the days heat had rapidly declined in the last couple of hours. I set myself to ringing some room service, I could really go for a nice burger right about now. After the order was complete I found a movie to order and began watching it. I hadn’t luxuriated myself in anything like this in a while, it had been too long. Much too long.
The movie finished, the end credits startling me and waking me up from my deep slumber. I hadn’t slept like that in so long, I was just so relaxed, unlike what I’ve been used to. Late nights, alcohol binges and coming home in a haze, not even remembering anything from the night. Looking back, what was the point? If I wasn’t going to remember, what did it give me?
I finally deserve to relax and unwind, to look back into my past and work out my future. Everyone goes through a stage where to work out themselves and where they are headed. I needed to think deeper into quitting the music Industry. I remember the day I brought it up with the band; it was still a vivid image torturing me, everyday since.
It wasa cool Saturday at about 2 in the afternoon, we finally got to sit down and grab a bite to eat. We had a gig that night and had been practicing all day, we were so unbelievably tired. I remember sitting down sharply and nervous for what I was about to propose to my band members. Cherry was eating 2 minute noodles and Willow, a salad. “Hey guys,” I could hear the fear in my voice when I started, I think I even recall stuttering, an unusual occurrence of major nervousness for me. “I need to talk to you,” I trailed off, thinking about how to word it. I stared between them, starting on my salad roll. The room was quite large, like a cafeteria and everything was white and sterile, except the cool grey carpet. An open window sifted a cool breeze through Cherry’s fairly long hair. I dared to look at their faces, the cool bluey grey radiated out of their eyes, barely giving me a clue of what they were feeling. They were anticipating, wondering what would happen next. The next words from my mouth killed the cheeriness the band had been experiencing all day, “I’m having second thoughts about the music industry…” Willow answered coolly, almost joking and light-hearted, “Yeah!” She laughed, “The record companies are a real piece of work, yeah?” She stopped laughing when she realized what I had just said, was fully serious. Cherry paused and looked at me, “Cyndii, we’ve been through a lot lately, things have changed and stuff but I really don’t see where you’re coming from?”
“This has been playing on my mind for some time guys,” I picked at a piece of cucumber then frowned, looking back at them, “Imagine if we were back home, if we did what we do every night in front of family and friends? Getting drunk, well smashed really and doing God knows what in the oblivion!” I finished, waiting for their reply.
“I’d like to point out, we never really had any other friends…” Willow discussed, trying to fight at least something I said. She knew what had been said was true though. It was true though, what she said. I was never one for the crowds; we sat there at the table for a while, in complete awkwardness and not saying a word. Cherry finally spoke, “You know what, Cyndii, I think you’re right!” Cherry was the sensible one of us lot, unfortunately this didn’t always work in our favour though… “I mean, as much as I don’t wanna admit it and we HAVE come a long way and all… But really this cant be good for us, let alone a good lifestyle for those barely over 20. Maybe we could just take a little break?”
Willow looked up and glared at me as if I had just ruined her life, before getting up and storming off; leaving Cherry and I in shock. Sometimes, even just once, I’d really like to know what went on in that head!
That was the start of many discussions, some good, some bad. Eventually Willow came around, sometimes I wish she never had. But all this lead to the ‘Wembley ordeal.’