Fighting Ever After by Stephanie Hoffman McManus

Author:Stephanie Hoffman McManus [McManus, Stephanie Hoffman]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-02-11T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

After another night of banishing myself to the couch and lying awake wishing for things to be different, I pulled myself up. It was going to be a long day. We needed to get all of our equipment down to the festival and set up and run through a couple of checks. We also had to set up our merchandise table with the t-shirts and cd’s we brought to hopefully sell.

Ace came downstairs as I was making a pot of coffee. “You stay downstairs last night?” he asked.

“You saw me go to sleep on the couch when we got back,” I reminded him.

“Yeah I know. I asked if you stayed there.” He took the coffee pot from my hands and poured himself a cup. “So, did you?”

“What do you think? We already did this and I told you I’m staying away from her.”

“Yeah, but that was before I knew your feelings for her were cock blocking you. That’s a pretty big deal for you. I thought maybe that hit you took to the face last night might have knocked some sense into you. Crawling into her bed and begging her for a chance would be the smartest thing you could do, even if Bas beat the shit out of you for it.”

“Or the stupidest.” I reached up into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Irish whiskey, pouring just a little in my coffee.

“A little early for that don’t you think?” he commented.

“I have a feeling I’m going to need it today.”

It only got worse as the day went on. My mood grew fouler and fouler, and as it did, the amount of alcohol I ingested also increased. We spent most of the morning rehearsing before it was time to load up. Princess never came down. I knew she was avoiding me, hiding out with Vi, and it was just fine. In fact it was good, exactly what I wanted. Still I was on edge, knowing she was up there and that I had to figure out how to accept that this was just how it was going to be from now on.

Another drink was how I chose to deal, and by the time we reached the festival, I was bordering on drunk, but the energy and excitement that always preceded a big show had taken over and I was feeling more like myself. This is what I lived for. This high was better than any feeling. My music was all I needed.

Once our equipment was set up and we made sure we wouldn’t have any technical difficulties with any of the amps or mics, we had some time to kill. We were set to go on at eight, and checking my phone, I saw that it was just after five. The fields and streets around were filling with people decked out in their patriotic red, white and blue, playing carnival games, getting their faces painted, enjoying fried food and cotton candy.

I couldn’t help but scan the crowd every so often, looking for that head of colorful hair, but I didn’t see her.

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