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Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

I woke around dusk, my head was pounding and my body was aching. I was in my bed, with no idea how I got there. There were voices in my house, it sounded like Claude and a woman who I couldn’t make out just yet.The voices softened in tone but where definitely getting closer to my room.“And she’s awake.” The female said.“You all right there Andy

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

Time flies when you’re having fun. Getting back on my feet wasn’t fun at all but time flew anyway. The week that I had been in the induced coma had prepared my body for life without drugs. The only drugs I was allowed was vitamins that kept me going. I changed my diet dramatically. I started eating fruit and hardly ever touched anything with alcohol in it. After the exams the band and I got to practicing for both Alice’s party and the surprise school concert that Miss Preston talked me into doing in my uniform.T

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

I went back to the bar that very night. Natalie refused to give me a beer but I asked for a non-alcoholic which she was happy to hand over. My parents were back in town and joined me in a booth where we were sitting.We were just chilling when my teachers came in. I got a grin from Claude who nudged his head towards them.“Let’s do The wander. Sneak off real quick.” I said to them.

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

We went for brunch at an awesome grill near the mall. We chose the mall since it had the biggest music store with the largest selections on all instruments. And they never mind if we get into the window display and mess around with the instruments.The sales man smiled when he saw us walk in.“Don! The boys are back.” He yelled over to the manager who was sitting in a corner behind the desk.

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

My father typed up my schedule that night and pasted it all over my house and theirs. I had to wake up at seven am to get ready for Miss Preston. She was very surprised when she walked into my house at eight thirty and I was already hard at work on my Biology, one of the easier subjects.My mother called break at ten am when she brought snacks. She only frowned at the closed sitting room door. I grinned at her and winked but she did not get it.“Why is there a closed door?” she asked carefully.“It’s di

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

I spent the rest of the day looking for songs on you tube that we haven’t done yet. Instead I found a video of my band in the music store. I grinned when I saw how many people have watched the video. And the comments were piling up.I called Claude and told him.“I already have the playlist for next weekend. Do you want to go over them tomorrow?” he asked and yawned.“Are you

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

“You’re late.” A voice accused me in my dreams.“Late for what?” I muttered in my sleep.“Class.” I sat bolt upright in my bed, wincing at the sunlight pouring through the windows. “Damn it.” I c

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

I knew I was in trouble the second my mother walked into my house. “What did you do?” my mother demanded.I dropped the towel I was using to dry the floor and stood up slowly.“I kissed her.” I said.“Are you stupid? She

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

No one saw me leave. I packed my car, turned my phone off, stopped in town for cash and a phone and hit the road. I used the new phone’s GPS, to take me to a country resort, about three hours away.I followed the road to where I saw a sign that said office. It was a single building; no other buildings were in sight. I got out of my car and looked around.“Ass end of the world.” I thought and knocked on the door.

Don't Play Your Rock And Roll To Me/Anya

Three hours later found me sitting next to the fire drinking beer and watching the flames. My guitar lay on the ground next to me. I had brought it out but had not touched it yet. I reached down and got myself another beer. It was dark all around me. I grinned after a while and picked up my guitar. I started doing finger style songs at first but the more beer I drank the more I got into the mood for a proper song. I finally put my meat and the roast bread on the fire to start cooking. I stood there next to the fire and thought about my mother. I grinned then started to play while I sang to myself.

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