Thunderstruck
Tour Bus
Waking up in a small bunk surrounded by big smelly guys was not my idea of a fun time, but hey it was different. Life on the tour bus was not the same as life in Melbourne, where I had my friends and my bed. Which right now seems to be the only place I want to be in.
“Wake up sleepy head! Time for breakfast, do you want your eggs scrambled or over easy?” my dad Angus impatiently said as he’s hitting the curtain to my bunk, my only sense of privacy.
“It’s too early pop go back to sleep.” Turning over and covering my head to block out the noise, I know it’s a matter of time before he climbs in with me and starts to bug me.
“June bug come on its past 10, do you want me to come up there?”
“Don’t call me that! I’m not a little girl anymore dad,” I open the curtain and jump down from the bunk “I’ll be 18 in a few more days so please call me by my normal name.”
“Okay Al don’t have a cow. Hey that rhymes.” He laughs and walks towards the front of the bus where our small kitchen is.
I love my dad don’t get me wrong, he’s the only parent I got, but sometimes he can get rather irritating. Now thinking about it, this bus thing is a bad idea. I have no place to myself, to think or to chill out when he goes on a rampage with his life lessons. I guess this restroom will have to do for the time being, it’s so small even I can barely fit in here, and don’t get me started on the toilet troubles. Gross.
A few minutes later my plate is ready on the table. I rush over to hork it down before the other guys wake up and steal my food. I love my food, mainly when my dad makes it. If this music career didn’t work, I’m sure he would have been a great chef.
“Mmmmmm dad this is the best egg sandwich ever. Mmmmm.” Stuffing my mouth I get my pjs dirty from the dripping mess.
“Girl you need a bib?” laughing at me he puts the pans in the sink and takes out his guitar. Then he asked me. “Hey Ally what do you want for your birthday? Now don’t be too hasty, this is a really important decision. Anything you want.” Playing his notes he doesn’t’ need to pay attention to the strings, he sits there looking at me waiting for my answer.
“Well dad,” chugging my water and wiping my face “I want Harry Styles.” Why Harry? Well he was the only thing my friend Gwen would talk about. Even when I was halfway on the bus to be gone for 8 months she still had news and gossip on him and his little band. Now just saying that out loud was stupid. It took everything I had to not fall on the floor and laugh my ass off.
“Who? Mary Styles?” he looks at me with a thoughtless expression “What the hell is that?”
“Harry!” I laugh as hard as I can nearly falling down and taking our dining table with me. A little too loud for 10 am I wake the guys up.
“Hey shut it!”
“I did not order a wakeup call Ally!”
“Sorry guys! My bad!” still cracking up my dad continues with his music not even bothering with my jokes. Many boat and plane rides later we are in the states, arriving in the busiest cities on this side of the equator, New York.
“Wake up sleepy head! Time for breakfast, do you want your eggs scrambled or over easy?” my dad Angus impatiently said as he’s hitting the curtain to my bunk, my only sense of privacy.
“It’s too early pop go back to sleep.” Turning over and covering my head to block out the noise, I know it’s a matter of time before he climbs in with me and starts to bug me.
“June bug come on its past 10, do you want me to come up there?”
“Don’t call me that! I’m not a little girl anymore dad,” I open the curtain and jump down from the bunk “I’ll be 18 in a few more days so please call me by my normal name.”
“Okay Al don’t have a cow. Hey that rhymes.” He laughs and walks towards the front of the bus where our small kitchen is.
I love my dad don’t get me wrong, he’s the only parent I got, but sometimes he can get rather irritating. Now thinking about it, this bus thing is a bad idea. I have no place to myself, to think or to chill out when he goes on a rampage with his life lessons. I guess this restroom will have to do for the time being, it’s so small even I can barely fit in here, and don’t get me started on the toilet troubles. Gross.
A few minutes later my plate is ready on the table. I rush over to hork it down before the other guys wake up and steal my food. I love my food, mainly when my dad makes it. If this music career didn’t work, I’m sure he would have been a great chef.
“Mmmmmm dad this is the best egg sandwich ever. Mmmmm.” Stuffing my mouth I get my pjs dirty from the dripping mess.
“Girl you need a bib?” laughing at me he puts the pans in the sink and takes out his guitar. Then he asked me. “Hey Ally what do you want for your birthday? Now don’t be too hasty, this is a really important decision. Anything you want.” Playing his notes he doesn’t’ need to pay attention to the strings, he sits there looking at me waiting for my answer.
“Well dad,” chugging my water and wiping my face “I want Harry Styles.” Why Harry? Well he was the only thing my friend Gwen would talk about. Even when I was halfway on the bus to be gone for 8 months she still had news and gossip on him and his little band. Now just saying that out loud was stupid. It took everything I had to not fall on the floor and laugh my ass off.
“Who? Mary Styles?” he looks at me with a thoughtless expression “What the hell is that?”
“Harry!” I laugh as hard as I can nearly falling down and taking our dining table with me. A little too loud for 10 am I wake the guys up.
“Hey shut it!”
“I did not order a wakeup call Ally!”
“Sorry guys! My bad!” still cracking up my dad continues with his music not even bothering with my jokes. Many boat and plane rides later we are in the states, arriving in the busiest cities on this side of the equator, New York.
@prayer
11/29/13