Post by jesse william mason on Feb 17, 2013 15:38:38 GMT -4
Jesse hated getting up in the morning, hell, he hated getting up in the afternoon too. Basically anything that pulled him from his bed, he hated except for shows. He was a lazy bum and would much rather be in his bed of blankets and pillows all day and all nightlong. It was almost as if he were a sloth or some other animal that slept away ridiculous amounts of the day. In his mind, he didn’t really care, he just did what his body wanted. Half the time he was overtired from their busy schedule anyway. No matter what Carly said, he didn’t sleep too much. If anything, he didn’t get enough. Jesse groaned as he got out of bed and went to go shower and take care of his hygienic needs. By the time he was done, he looked pretty spiffy if he did say so himself. Shrugging on a light jacket and some sunglasses, he stepped off the bus and went to go look for Carly.
The first stop on their journey was the doctor’s office. He had made an appointment with the nearest doctor because he felt an intense soreness in his shoulder and it wouldn’t go away no matter what he did to help it. The second stop was a tattoo shop not too far away. It was supposed to be a really good one and he had spent the past night researching it and reading reviews. Jesse was incredibly picky about tattoo artists and he didn’t want any amateurs touching his skin. He wandered aimlessly in the parking lot, waiting for his travel companion. She had seemed excited and ready to go but now he couldn’t find her bouncing butt anywhere. Jesse tried to remember which one was her bus, but it was hard when they all looked the same. Checking his phone, he sent her a text to hurry her up. If she didn’t show up soon, he would be late and he didn’t really want to spend the entire day at the doctors. Maybe she just wanted to tag along for the tattoo portion of his day and not the doctors. After all, doctors were boring and they left you waiting for hours with old sticky magazines to keep you occupied.
Sitting down on the curb, he decided to wait five more minutes for her. If he knew this, he would have been able to sleep for another few minutes. Propping his head up on his hand, he waited, watching the others get ready for their sound check. Jesse’s band had the day off and he’d be damned if he was going to spend it siting here instead of in bed. Why did girls always take so long? What did they have to do to get ready that took so much time? Shaking his head, he ruffled his hair and continued to wait for his best Aussie.
