He eases his weight down onto a chair backstage. He listens as the applause dies down. He just had an amazing set but feels lost. Nothing makes it better; not the brandy on the rocks in his hand, not the comforting smell of nicotine or the banned substances that will go up his nose later…
Embed from Getty Images“Darling! That was great.”, coos a high pitched, nasally whine somewhere around his left ear.
“And certainly not that”, he thinks to himself with bitter regret. He plasters a grin on his face and turns to kiss Kush on the cheek. Kush is his perpetual pain in the neck, but everyone else, even the roadies know her as his girl. Every time he looks at her face he sees her eyes.
“I wonder where she is right now. Who she’s with?”, He thinks to himself sadly. Lately, he has been thinking about how he got here. Not back stage at another sold out show. No, here in life where nothing makes sense and where he constantly second guesses himself.
Kush means well but she isn’t her. She is a replacement. A good replacement but that is all she would ever be to him. Everything else Kush was, she was not her. She had a homely quietness about her, Kush was ingratiatingly annoying and the only homely thing about her was the place of birth on her ID.
He had to admit, he let the darkness descend on his world the day he let her go and chose Kush.
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