job. What kid doesn’t dream of being up on a stage singing music for a living? A small break is all I need and then back on the road. Do I enjoy being alone? Not really. Do I want to find my future husband? Who knows. I’m only twenty-four, well almost twenty-five. I’m still young and have time but all my friends have found their future husbands. Maybe I need to sit and really think about my life and what direction I want it to go in. But that will all have to wait until after my show tonight. I love shows in Atlanta. All of my closest friends and family will be there who I haven’t seen them in months. It always feels like a big family reunion.
I head to my bedroom the minute I get to my house. I just know I will be out the minute I hit the mattress. Of course, that doesn’t happen. Sleep. Where are you, sleep? All of a sudden I’m not tired at all. I decide to go through all my mail and catch up on some of my shows from the DVR. It’s only 8:30 in the morning so I have about 7 hours until I head to the venue for the show.
I hear a noise at my kitchen door and know exactly who it is. Merritt, my best friend, comes waltzing through my front door with her arms full of bags. I have missed her so much. We’re so much like sisters, most people think we are.
“Thank God you’re home. I have missed you so much. Word on the street is you are staying around for a couple of months this time. Tell me the rumors are true. I could stand to have my best friend home for a while. “
I shake my head at her and laugh a little. I walk into the kitchen to help her unload all the bags she brought in.
“Did Allie even wait until I got off the stage last night to call you? Yes, I am home for a couple of months and I expect to see y’all every single day.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that and of course, you will be seeing us every day but first things first, what’s up with your voice?”
“Just a little hoarse is all. I do sing for a living, remember? Besides, I’m going to the doctor Monday morning.”
“I know that but… wait. Going to the doctor? Why? It’s worse than you’re telling me, isn’t it?”
“Merritt, I’m fine. Grant just feels like I should be checked out before I continue on tour in November. “
Grant is my amazing tour manager. He helps keep me in line. His wife, Claire is also my publicist. They make a great team and work so well with me and my crew.
“Ash, you know I’m just looking out for you. I know how hard it was for you last time your throat and voice got damaged. I just don’t want anything worse to happen this time. I know exactly how it feels to live for your work and how it would feel if it were taken away from you.”
“I know and I love you for it. So, what’s with all the bags and is that coffee from the Sweet Peach Cafe I see?”
“The bags are full of groceries for you and of course it’s coffee from the Sweet Peach. Would I bring you anything else on your first day home? I also got you one of their amazing chicken and bacon croissants you like so much.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You didn’t have to get me groceries though. I could have gone to the store later. Although, I am glad you brought them so I didn’t have to order in food.”
“That’s what I’m here for. Come on, help me unload everything and then we can catch up before you and I have to start getting ready for tonight.”
CROSS
I am exhausted. I could not fall asleep last night and then had to be up at 4:00 a.m. to head to the airport. Now, here I sit on the longest flight ever to Stockholm but cannot seem to take a nap. We’ve been in the air for a couple of hours now and they are about to serve breakfast. Thank God I am in First Class because I could not tolerate all the
I head to my bedroom the minute I get to my house. I just know I will be out the minute I hit the mattress. Of course, that doesn’t happen. Sleep. Where are you, sleep? All of a sudden I’m not tired at all. I decide to go through all my mail and catch up on some of my shows from the DVR. It’s only 8:30 in the morning so I have about 7 hours until I head to the venue for the show.
I hear a noise at my kitchen door and know exactly who it is. Merritt, my best friend, comes waltzing through my front door with her arms full of bags. I have missed her so much. We’re so much like sisters, most people think we are.
“Thank God you’re home. I have missed you so much. Word on the street is you are staying around for a couple of months this time. Tell me the rumors are true. I could stand to have my best friend home for a while. “
I shake my head at her and laugh a little. I walk into the kitchen to help her unload all the bags she brought in.
“Did Allie even wait until I got off the stage last night to call you? Yes, I am home for a couple of months and I expect to see y’all every single day.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that and of course, you will be seeing us every day but first things first, what’s up with your voice?”
“Just a little hoarse is all. I do sing for a living, remember? Besides, I’m going to the doctor Monday morning.”
“I know that but… wait. Going to the doctor? Why? It’s worse than you’re telling me, isn’t it?”
“Merritt, I’m fine. Grant just feels like I should be checked out before I continue on tour in November. “
Grant is my amazing tour manager. He helps keep me in line. His wife, Claire is also my publicist. They make a great team and work so well with me and my crew.
“Ash, you know I’m just looking out for you. I know how hard it was for you last time your throat and voice got damaged. I just don’t want anything worse to happen this time. I know exactly how it feels to live for your work and how it would feel if it were taken away from you.”
“I know and I love you for it. So, what’s with all the bags and is that coffee from the Sweet Peach Cafe I see?”
“The bags are full of groceries for you and of course it’s coffee from the Sweet Peach. Would I bring you anything else on your first day home? I also got you one of their amazing chicken and bacon croissants you like so much.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You didn’t have to get me groceries though. I could have gone to the store later. Although, I am glad you brought them so I didn’t have to order in food.”
“That’s what I’m here for. Come on, help me unload everything and then we can catch up before you and I have to start getting ready for tonight.”
CROSS
I am exhausted. I could not fall asleep last night and then had to be up at 4:00 a.m. to head to the airport. Now, here I sit on the longest flight ever to Stockholm but cannot seem to take a nap. We’ve been in the air for a couple of hours now and they are about to serve breakfast. Thank God I am in First Class because I could not tolerate all the
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