MY THROAT IS KILLING ME RIGHT NOW. ITS OUR THIRD SHOW ON OUR TOUR RIGHT NOW AND MY VOICE IS SHOT ALREADY. I’VE BEEN SICK EVER SINCE WE TOOK OFF FROM OUR HOME TOWN SHOW IN WOODBRIDGE. WE HAD A COUPLE DAYS TO KILL SO I DID MY BEST TO GET BETTER. AS MUCH AS I TRY TO TAKE CARE OF MY VOICE, ITS FAILED ON ME BOTH SHOWS.
THE PALOMINO, IN CALGARY, WAS GREAT. MY VOICE WAS SHOT BUT I DIDNT CARE. EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THAT VENUE WAS SHAKING THEIR ASSES OFF TO OUR SONGS. I PLAYED MY HEART OUT. I SWEATED MY VOICE OUT. THE TAPHOUSE, IN ST. ALBERT, WAS POLAR OPPOSITE. I THINK I JINXED IT BY GETTING TOO EXCITED. I HOPED FOR TOO MUCH. IM SITTING AROUND THE BAR RIGHT NOW, SEAN BESIDE ME. I’M SLOWLY STARTING TO HOLD A GRUDGE AGAINST ST. ALBERT. I GOT SO FED UP ON STAGE WITH MY SHITTY VOICE AND EMOTIONLESS FACES, I PLACED MY MIC TO THE SIDE AND SUNG TO MY BAND.
I’M DREADING VANCOUVER. THE ONE SIDE, I’M SO EXCITED TO VISIT BRITISH COLUMBIA AGAIN BUT MY GUT IS TURNING THINKING ABOUT IT. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE WE HAVE TO DRIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT THROUGHOUT THE MOUNTAINS TO GET THERE, MAYBE ITS THE VENUE WERE PLAYING AND THE SKETCHY AREA THAT SURROUNDS IT. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE MY EX-BEST FRIEND MIGHT BE COMING TO THE SHOW THAT NIGHT.
MY FRIEND LIVES OUT IN VANCOUVER AND FOUND OUT WERE PLAYING AT THE COBALT. SHE WROTE SOMETHING ON MY FACEBOOK BUT I DIDNT RESPOND. SHE MESSAGED SEAN AND ASKED IF WE WERE COMING OUT THERE FOR REAL. SEAN ASKED ME WHAT TO DO. SEAN KNOWS WE DON’T TALK. I’M ALWAYS IN A RUT WHETHER OR NOT TO RESPOND. I DON’T HATE BUT I STOPPED CARING. I PUT HER ON THE GUESTLIST. IF SHE DECIDES TO COME OUT, SHE COMES.
MAYBE SHE WON’T COME. LIKE USUAL.
-SIMONX.