I am thankful we're leaving on tour today. Last night Andy was begging me to wear my new "PJs" to bed. I simply told him no. I want to save that for my first time.
"Babe, you're up early..." Andy says groggily from beside me. I look at the clock. It's only seven. I never get up before eight in this good of a mood. Must be because of the tour.
"Babe, I have a serious question regarding tour." Andy sits up sleep lacing his voice making it deeper than normal. It was so hot.
"Okay you can ask me anything." I said trying to distract myself from his shitless chest. I was extremely lucky to sleep in those arms.
"Would you do our stage make up?" Andy asks and my attention is jerked back to his face.
"Don't you guys do your own?" I ask as I stand and stretch.
"Well, normally, yes. But we'd like to redo our look. New tour, new look, you know?" He smiles at me.
"Well, I guess I could." I look back at him over my shoulder and he sucks in a breath. I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom. I dig under the counter until I found the red dye I was looking for. I read the directions and dip dye all the ends of my hair. Andy enters and sniffs with disgust. He sees me and his eyes widen.
"You're dyeing your hair?" He tilts his head.
"I just added red to the tips." I arched.
"So you'll do our make up?" He arches a brow.
"Yes, hey I've got to rinse my hair." I say and he moves away from the sink.
"Well, then you've got to meet Blade." He laughs.
"Who's Blade?" I ask and dye gets in my mouth. Ewwwww!

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