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Davey hasn’t slept well and is about to make it everybody’s problem.
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In the wake of the winter morning, crisp air was peeping through the barely open window, slightly disheveling the already flimsy curtains in the bedroom. There was enough light to decipher the time of the day, even though it was still pretty dim and typical for December in North California. The sound of the alarm clock broke the pleasant silence of the ambiance, whilst an annoyed figure under the covers was muffling some pretty obscene words into the pillow. Davey slept like shit. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if he slept at all. Having insomniac episodes is difficult not only because it generally feels horrible not to be able to rest when everybody else is sleeping like logs, but also because it modifies your perception of time and underestimates how much you actually slept. All that Davey can now think about is how tired he is. And he’s been thinking the same thing all night, to no avail. He is so tired that he’s having trouble getting out of his covers, which are luring him to lie down with an enticing siren song. He considered giving in for a split second, but then he has a knee-jerk reaction and suddenly jumps out of bed. “Shit, it’s 9 o’clock already, we are going to miss the rehearsal!’’ The rehearsal is at 10 at the local studio and to get there, they could take a nice, 20-minute drive to that neighborhood, which could easily turn into a half an hour drive if the traffic gets bad.
Davey felt panic slowly creeping up on him and decided to pick up his pace. If he wanted to do anything before the rehearsal, he would need to make it quick. He started rummaging through the pile of clothes that he left hanging on the nearby chair and got dressed swiftly. Davey didn’t have the time to shower in peace, but at least his clothes were still fairly clean. ‘’Clean’’ was a subjective term when you were living in the same house with dozen other punks from the scene, in a place that could be described as a squatters paradise if it were any more disgusting than it already was. Davey wouldn’t exactly describe himself as finicky, but some things that he saw in this house made his stomach churn in disgust. The two-story house was a good solution for broke 20-something-year-olds, who dedicated all of their time to this band and who were just starting to become recognizable in the scene. The house had reasonable accommodation, it was fairly cheap and meant that the whole band can live in the same quarters, which made everything easier, at least when it comes to logistics. “It made other things considerably more difficult on the other hand”, Davey thought to himself absent-mindedly. And by other things, he meant the dynamic of the band itself. And by the dynamic of the band, he meant Jade or his presence in the band at least. Jade was their newest member, joining the band merely a month and a half ago. And somehow, his presence has already changed everything.