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*~Stars Are Blind~*(Featuring @timeaftertime)
Current mood:
 determined
[ Edit credited to @timeaftertime ]
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I could be your confidante
Just one of your girlfriends
But I know that's not what you want
If tomorrow the world ends
Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love?
Now tell me who have you been dreaming of?
I and I alone, oh, no ___________________________
With his eyes trained to the top of his bunk, he lay there listening to the new Pop hit single by Paris Hilton. The beat alone was pretty catchy as it it thumped through the speakers, synthesizers accompanying to bring out this beachy and fun-vibed song. His mind wandered to his girlfriend back home, wondering what she was doing at that moment. He thought to text her, but was pulled from his train of thoughts when there came a knock on the wall next to his bunk. Removing a headphone from one ear, he pulls back the curtain to see Jason Berry standing there.
“You’re needed for soundcheck” he said as he backed away to allow the rhythm guitarist to roll out of the bunk. Zacky paused the song and turned off the device while quickly wrapping the corded headphones around it. Ditching the iPod shuffle under his pillow, he scoots himself to the edge of the bunk and then climbs down. He steps into a pair of flip flops and then follows Jason off the bus.
Had he been the only one left? No wonder Jason had to come looking for him. It amazed Zacky that Jimmy wasn’t the last this time around, considering he was usually passed out up until now. Thinking about it, Zacky hadn’t seen Jimmy, so he looked to Jason and let the question roll off his tongue.
“Jimmy made it to soundcheck before me?” To which Jason nodded.
“Yeah, M and Syn came early, Johnny and Jimmy showed up a few minutes later, and here I am… getting your lazy ass off the bus so you don’t miss soundcheck.” He threw an arm around Zacky’s shoulder to give him a shake. Zacky let out a soft laugh, though he felt slightly embarrassed to be the last one, when he had been the first one ready. Where did the time go? “Thank you… I completely lost track of time. I was listening to some new music that Gena put on my iPod. There’s this one song that’s got a hold on me. I don’t know if it’s the lyrics or the vibe of the song, but it’s an earworm for sure.” He said as they approached the stage. Jason held back as Zacky made his way to his rack, fiddling with the knobs of his amps before taking one of his guitars in hand.
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“Holy sh*t! What a great show!” Zacky said to three of his fellow bandmates. “Where’d Jimmy go?” He questioned as he raised an unopened beer to toast to a good night. No one had answered, so Zacky assumed that either he wasn’t heard over the roar of the remaining acts, or maybe they weren’t sure. It wasn’t uncommon for Jimmy to just dip off like that. He stabbed the can with a key and then popped the top, quickly putting the hole to his mouth in order to shotgun the can of beer. The barley and hops taste was bitter on his tongue, but the cold chill of the brew had Zacky guzzling like it was the only source of liquid in the Sahara desert. Once he finished the beer, he crushed the can and discarded it into a trash bin. Realizing he never texted Gena, he patted his pockets for his phone, only to realize that he hadn’t brought it with him.
“I am going to head back to the bus. I need to text Gena. I meant to do that earlier…” he said as he gathered his belongings. “I’ll catch you guys back at the bus!” He threw up a peace sign as he walked away. As he stepped outside, he fumbled around for his pack of Marlboro Reds, having to stop in place in order to locate them and the lighter he would need. Once he produced them from the confines of his pockets, he places one between his pierced lips, igniting the tip with a flick of the BIC lighter. He walked towards the bus, puffing on the cigarette while recollecting the events of the night. Ozzfest had been incredible so far, and Zacky was feeling proud of how far they had come in such a short amount of time. He was riding the high of fame, not to mention drugs that the fans threw their way, he just hoped that it would never end.
He approached the door, taking the lanyard from around his neck. He jammed the key into the door, gave it a twist, and then pulled it open. Taking the first step onto the bus, he heard a choked sob. Stepping up, his head peaking around, he saw Jimmy attempting to wipe his eyes and don a pair of sunglasses before Zacky could notice. Closing the door behind him, he made sure it was locked before finishing the trot up the steps and into the sitting area where Jimmy was sat.
“Hey, there you are…I was asking where you disappeared to…” he said gently, trying to gauge the situation. “You okay?” He started placing his stuff down, offering the cigarette to the dummer, who took it with a slightly shaky hand. Zacky hadn’t really seen him this worked up to the point where his arm wasn’t at least somewhat steady, so when the drummer tried to glaze over his emotions, Zacky took a seat next to him and put a hand on the other’s knee. “I don’t believe that you’re ‘fine’ Jimmy. What’s up?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Was the reply as the sunglasses were ditched and thrown in anger. It was an attempt to get Zacky to lay off, but such wasn’t going to happen. Not if the guitarist could help it, at least.
“Fine, then what can I do to help cheer you up?” He pressed, giving his knee a squeeze. “You can talk to me, Jimmy. We’re friends now… You know that, right?” He questioned, but it only earned a grunt in response. Sliding his hand off of Jimmy’s knee, he clapped his hands to his own thighs before standing up. “Fine… You want to be silent…” he walked to the radio and turned it on. Static filled the room as he adjusted the dial, trying to find a clear local radio station.
‘I don't mind spending some time, just hanging here with you…’
Zacky paused on the song, squinting his eyes. Did he really want to let anyone know that he liked such a song? He looked to Jimmy, seeing how miserable he was so he swallowed his pride and stepped away from the radio. He walked back to Jimmy, leaning down to take the drummers calloused hands into his own, pulling him up off the couch.
“Come on, big boy… Come here.” He gave him a hug, knowing that the other was probably in need of such affection at the moment. When he pulled back, he only wrapped Jimmy’s arms around his neck and put his own hands on Jimmy’s hips, swaying with him for a moment, before sweeping him around the small area as best as he could. “Smile for me, Jimmy. I know it might be hard, but you’re loved and cared about… we’re family here. This band is our baby… And we’re here… at f***ing Ozzfest…” he was trying to give the other a confidence boost as best as he could. “I don’t think we could’ve done it without you, y’know…?” The lack of response caused Zacky to fall silent. Instead of remaining silent, he started to sing along to the song.
“Even though the gods are crazy. Even though the stars are blind. If you show me real love, baby, I’ll show you mine.
I can make it nice or naughty. Be the devil and angel, too. Got a heart and soul and body
Let's see what this love can do.
Maybe I'm perfect for you…” As Zacky sang, he looked up to the other’s face, jade hues locking onto the cornflower blue orbs that peered back at him. He searched for the answer in Jimmy’s eyes, his brow furrowing slightly with concern. “I’m here for you, Jimmy. Always and forever.” He said, hoping to help pull the drummer from his mood. “I love you, dude…” he tiptoed slightly in order to press his snakebitten lips to the drummer’s forehead, but could only reach so far. The kiss landed between Jimmy’s eyebrows. “Close enough…” Zacky giggled, feeling the beer hit in that moment.
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