Post by jason 'jersey' carter simmons on Jun 28, 2012 17:07:53 GMT -6
Jersey shrugged his shoulders. "None of us could help it they got killed.." He hummed something, but stopped doodling when he bumped his arm. He started tapping his pen on his notebook, chewing on his lip. "I guess it's just a matter of time before something kills me over.. My doctor already said I shouldn't be on stage in the heat. My last physical wasn't good." He started doodling again before he caught himself and stopped. He sighed, moving a little closer as an arm was wrapped around him.
"I'm trying to be happy. But it's like.. everything keeps being dumped on me.. I wrote two songs, and I gotta write at least two more.. Three if I wanna look good." He sighed, reaching up to rub his face. He looked over at his manager before he looked up at the bottom of the bunk above him. "Can you go get my guitar? Maybe that'll help. I think the acoustic is still in the back of the bus. The light guy said he was gonna load up all the backstage instruments later." He said, sitting up a bit in bed.
