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BlackbirdNikki stepped out of the yellow cab and waited as Tommy paid the fare. It had taken an hour and a half for the cab driver to get them to the hospital, and Nikki suspected he'd taken the long way on purpose. Though it didn't really matter to him, they could afford the ridiculous fare. All Nikki wanted to do right now was make sure Mick was alright.
The other man was currently in the intensive care unit, after slipping and falling in his bathroom. Needless to say, this was the last thing Mick needed. His back problems had gotten increasingly worse over the last few months, and it was getting harder and harder each night for him to get up on stage and play. Vince had tried getting Mick to rest and take a break from touring, but Mick wouldn't have it. He was just too stubborn.
Tommy hopped out of the cab holding an old, beat-up guitar case, and ran over to Nikki, who was sulking by the entrance of the hospital. Nikki, as usual, looked absolutely miserable. His hair stuck out in all directi
Motley Crue at Disney world"But I wanna go in Cinderella's castle!!!", Nikki complained.
"But I wanna go on that ride!!", Tommy whined in reply
Vince stood, quietly holding some ballons, next to Mick and not paying attention.
The drummer and bassist started to bicker,
"I wanna ride!"
"I wanna go into the castle!"
"But I wanna ride!!"
"I wanna see if Cinderella is sexy!"
"Me too, but the ride looks more fun!!"
"BUT I WANT THE CASTLE!"
"WELL I WANT THE RIDE!!"
"FINE! I CAN GO ON MY OWN!"
"No you can't! Mom said we had to stay together!!", Tommy bickered.
"uh, here, Vince, hold these." Nikki said as he and the drummer handed the blond singer their many balloons.
"Here, Mick. You hold this. I don't want it in my way.", Tommy grinned, sticking Mickey Mouse ears on the guitarrists head.
Nikki and Tommy began to stir up dust by fighting. Which for the four members of the glam band, It meant scratching, wrestling, pulling hair, kicking in the obvious weak points, and cursing at eachother.
Mick sighed and handed Vince hi
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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