A Dreamers Dream

Car parks and flip-flops. Nashville. USA.

After spending best part of the last few days locked away in hotel rooms with Sammy, hiding behind my pillow whilst she insisted on watching horror movie after horror movie, each one more gory and spine chilling than the next, I am stupidly excited when I receive a text from Harry asking if I will join him on a little trip out today before we head off to Pennsylvania for his first, and only Stadium stop on the tour tomorrow. Last night he put on an amazing show in Nashville, or at least, I am told it was amazing, unfortunately, I didn't get to stick around to watch as Sammy needed me more than Harry did. And tomorrow night he is playing at Hershey Stadium, which I am told is a pretty big deal, not to be totally unsupportive or anything, but I must admit I am possibly just a tad bit more excited about the fact that the venue is located inside a theme park than I am about anything else, I love a good rollercoaster and I'm hoping we might have the opportunity to sneak off and ride a couple one we've finished setting up.

Speaking of set up, Sammy and I were busying ourselves setting up the barriers for Harry's show as usual at the arena in Duluth yesterday and we overheard some of the crew talking, It turns out Freddie has left the tour. Poor Sammy was devastated, he didn't say a word to her at all, he hasn't bothered to so much as send her a text since she broke up with him in Florida. He just packed up his stuff and headed to the airport without so much as a goodbye when the rest of us were boarding the buses to Georgia. As if cheating on her wasn't bad enough! Fucking arsehole. It's probably for the best in the long run, seeing him every day would have been more painful for her I think a clean break is probably easier, but I'm not sure that she's ready to see that yet.

I'm not entirely sure what to tell her about today, how I can get away with buggering off out for hours to meet Harry for our mystery date before we have to head to the airport tonight for the flight to Hershey. I still haven't managed to get the balls to tell Sammy about me and Harry, and I feel like absolute shit about it, but how do you tell your best friend, who has just had their heart ripped to pieces, that you are happily loved up with the headline act? I haven't been able to bring myself to do After spending the best part of the last few days locked away in hotel rooms with Sammy, hiding behind my pillow whilst she insisted on watching horror movie after horror movie, each one gorier and more spine chilling than the next, I am stupidly excited when I receive a text from Harry asking if I will join him on a little trip out today before we head off to Pennsylvania for his first, and only Stadium stop on the tour tomorrow. Last night he put on an amazing show in Nashville, or at least, I am told it was amazing, unfortunately, I didn't get to stick around to watch as Sammy needed me more than Harry did. And tomorrow night he is playing at Hershey Stadium, which I am told is a pretty big deal, not to be totally unsupportive or anything, but I must admit I am possibly just a tad bit more excited about the fact that the venue is located inside a theme park than I am about anything else, I love a good rollercoaster and I'm hoping we might have the opportunity to sneak off and ride a couple one we've finished setting up.

Speaking of set up, Sammy and I were busying ourselves setting up the barriers for Harry's show as usual at the arena in Duluth yesterday and we overheard some of the crew talking, It turns out Freddie has left the tour. Poor Sammy was devastated, he didn't say a word to her at all, he hasn't bothered to so much as send her a text since she broke up with him in Florida. He just packed up his stuff and headed to the airport without so much as a goodbye when the rest of us were boarding the buses to Georgia. As if cheating on her wasn't bad enough! Fucking arsehole. It's probably for the best in the long run, seeing him every day would have been more painful for her. I think a clean break is perhaps easier, but I'm not sure that she's ready to see that yet.

I'm not entirely sure what to tell her about today, how I can get away with buggering off out for hours to meet Harry for our mystery date before we have to head to the airport tonight for the flight to Hershey. I still haven't managed to get the balls to tell Sammy about Harry and me, and I feel like absolute shit about it, but how do you tell your best friend, who has just had their heart ripped to pieces, that you are happily loved up with the headline act? I haven't been able to bring myself to do it, it feels like I'd be rubbing salt in her open wounds. So now I have to come up with an excuse for wanting to disappear. Some of the crew have already gone on ahead, opting to travel with the equipment, but even though I detest flying, a two-hour plane journey seemed much more appealing than fifteen odd hours on the bus.