All aboard the crazy train
Apr. 19th, 2022 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alskar_musikJohan's alarm clock went off in his ear as he turned and then slammed it onto the floor with his arm. The beep sounded a bit off as he roused himself from his bed. It was still dark. What the fuck? Why had his alarm gone off at what time was it even?
"2am? What the fuck?--"
It was then he realised that it wasn't his alarm clock that had gone off but his phone. It was beeping madly rattling around on the bedside cabinet in his hotel bedroom. Someone was trying to get hold of him. Groaning, the guitarist pushed his wild dirty blond hair away from his face as he snatched up his phone, staring at it with tired eyes.
It was Fredrik.
"Get your ass over to the tour bus, lazy bastard! We're on tour and we've stopped close by your hotel for a pit stop break."
Oh yeah. The tour. Johan's younger brother, Fredrik, had invited the guitarist to the crazy tour with the other musicians and this was the reason he was now sleeping inside a rather posh LA hotel, only having arrived from Sweden a day or two ago. It was madness. Typing back, Johan yawned and began pulling on his clothes with his free hand whilst typing in the other.
"Be there soon. Send me the coordinates."
Shoving his phone into his jeans pockets, Johan then set about vacating his hotel room and making a move to the tour bus. He was soon sent another text since he could feel the buzzing in his back pocket. Now, he knew where the bus was.
***
Half an hour and one taxi cab ride later Johan was now walking up to the rather luxurious and fucking huge bus. It was massive! But then it had to be if there were over six or so bands living inside of it. Who the fuck could drive such a beast? Walking up to the door, he knocked twice, adjusting his skull guitar over his shoulder.
"2am? What the fuck?--"
It was then he realised that it wasn't his alarm clock that had gone off but his phone. It was beeping madly rattling around on the bedside cabinet in his hotel bedroom. Someone was trying to get hold of him. Groaning, the guitarist pushed his wild dirty blond hair away from his face as he snatched up his phone, staring at it with tired eyes.
It was Fredrik.
"Get your ass over to the tour bus, lazy bastard! We're on tour and we've stopped close by your hotel for a pit stop break."
Oh yeah. The tour. Johan's younger brother, Fredrik, had invited the guitarist to the crazy tour with the other musicians and this was the reason he was now sleeping inside a rather posh LA hotel, only having arrived from Sweden a day or two ago. It was madness. Typing back, Johan yawned and began pulling on his clothes with his free hand whilst typing in the other.
"Be there soon. Send me the coordinates."
Shoving his phone into his jeans pockets, Johan then set about vacating his hotel room and making a move to the tour bus. He was soon sent another text since he could feel the buzzing in his back pocket. Now, he knew where the bus was.
***
Half an hour and one taxi cab ride later Johan was now walking up to the rather luxurious and fucking huge bus. It was massive! But then it had to be if there were over six or so bands living inside of it. Who the fuck could drive such a beast? Walking up to the door, he knocked twice, adjusting his skull guitar over his shoulder.