On stage

I woke up to kuza shaking me, and all band members surrounding me,
“What?” I asked,
“you’ve been screaming your head off for ten minutes that’s what!” Chris yells,
“sorry, I just had an awful dream” I said,
“well, we are all wide awake now, so what was it?” ghost asked,
“I woke up to blood running down my legs like a miscarriage, and I kept screaming for kuza, then the lights flickered on, and everyone was lying in a pool of blood, and I checked for a pulse and no one had one so I ran off the bus and everyone in the world was the same way, except for the guy who took me, he was staring in my face.” I say,
“well, it was just a stupid dream kiddo, everything is fine” Ricky says,
“thanks rick” I say,
“what time is it?” I ask,
“1 am” kuza says,
“well, we should all try and get some sleep yes?” I say, and they all nod in agreement, then walk off to their bunks, and I lay back down with kuza, he falls asleep fast, but I just cannot, but I lay there and let him sleep, while I aimlessly think about my future,
I don’t want to give my kids the life I had, my parents never being home, then when I come of age touring with them and missing a crap ton of school, it may seem “glamourous” having rock god parents and family, but it sucks, in a way, I want to be there for my kids, but I also really love preforming on stage, it’s like a dream come true, having thousands of people screaming for you, wanting to be you, telling you that you saved their lives, Chris thinks its bs, but I think it’s amazing when you believe in something so much, I don’t want my kids to grow up like I did, but in a way, I do, I mean, I’ve never not had food on the table, I’ve never not had nice clothes on my back, and it’s also been a life changing experience, maybe I should see where life takes me, I should just stop planning everything and live, I mean, what good does planning do, if you’re not sure what to plan for?
I am snapped from my thoughts by the sound of pans clanking in the kitchen, so I carefully get up without making noise and go see who’s cooking what, if anyone except ghost or Ryan is cooking, I’m not eating it, they are the only ones that can cook, one time, Chris gave me a half raw egg!
I walk into the kitchen and see josh? Oh no, he never cooks, last time he tried, he almost burnt my house down, we had to order take out for three months while the kitchen was being remodeled,
“erm, whatcha doing there?” I ask, walking into the kitchen,
“cooking breakfast, duh?” he says, like he always cooks, and nothing bad happens,
“you sure about that buddy?” I ask,
“yes I am.” He says matter-of-factly,
“how bout we go get doughnuts?” I ask, only to receive a dirty look, I throw my hands up in surrender and sit at the table, and scroll thru my twitter feed, and in less than five minutes the trailer is a mad house, filled with smoke, smoke alarms blaring, and everyone running around like a chicken with its head cut off,
“so, how about them doughnuts?” he asks, causing me to giggle as I open the last window,
“why the fuck did you let him cook?” Ricky yells, opening the door,
“hey, it wasn’t my fault” I defend, walking out in my pajamas, along with everyone else,
“well, you knit wits can do whatever the fuck you want, I’m going to go get breakfast!” I said, extending my hand to kuza, who in return took it as I walked away, the guys made whipping noises, and he blushed bright red, and I just smiled.
The next few weeks were great, we got ,my wedding dress, my maid of honor dress, Copeland Quinn was my maid of honor, she’s been my best friend forever, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else to do it, and the best man was Chris of course, considering he was kuzas best friend, everything is set up, and we only have two days before I become Mrs. Mike kuza, I’m excited, I will soon have my own little family, oh yea, mom and dad are having a little house thing built on their property, so me and my ‘husband’ can move out, but the fam will be just a few feet away if I need help with the babies! They say it should be done by the time the babies are born,
“you excited!?” my mom asked, as we pulled up to the beach, were things were being set up, it was a beach wedding, we had a beautiful arch, me and Copeland, after many arguments with Chris and kuza, finally got out way with the wedding colors: pink and white, me mom Copeland and kaitlynne all went dress shopping together, deciding to keep our bridesmaids dress decision a secret, so the marvelous pink and white dresses have been in hiding for a few weeks and now the four of us are here, standing on the beach, where my wedding will soon be, then in a few weeks I’m gonna have twins, nice, can someone say no sleep?
“wow” kaitlynne and Copeland said at the same time, and I giggled,
“it’s beautiful, rehearsals are tomorrow!” I said, overly excited, and everyone giggled,
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“wake up bitch!” Copeland screamed jumping on top of me,
“you know, that’s how I woke up aunt Nonie the day I met your father” my mom said from the doorway, causing Copeland to awe, and me to fake gag, nonetheless, I got up, and walked downstairs,
“where’s kuza?” I asked, as dad walked thru the door, already in his clothes I picked for him, which was simply a button up, black skinny’s and vans,
“I just dropped him and Chris off at the beach house” he said,
“why aren’t you ready?” he asked, “the wedding in in two hours!” he said and I took off running to take a shower, not realizing hot late it was,
“I know how long you women take” I heard him say from downstairs, followed by the infamous smack by mom, I giggle and hopped in the shower, the babies really seemed excited too, they were kicking like no tomorrow! I got out, and the girls were already waiting to do my hair and makeup, the process took about an hour, then I quickly did Copeland’s, and we put on out dresses,
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not forgetting to snap a few selfies first, then we were on our way,
“were late” dad said as we pulled up, and Copeland, kaitlynne and mom scurried out of the car, then dad helped my fatass out, Copeland was waiting for us, as mom and Kaitlynne had already taken their seats, I nodded, and she started down the aisle, soon followed by me and dad,
“barefoot and pregnant, I remember those days, your mom never wore shoes when she was pregnant, or a shirt for that matter!” he whispered as we walked down the aisle, I giggled and looked up, and there stood my future husband, the same attire as my dad and Chris, only he had a white bowtie, and Chris a pink, which me and Copeland thought would be hilarious.

Notes

*sighs* I know, I know, ive been gone forever, im sorry!