Crazycake
Lovable lunatic
He hated this. Who has a washed up, broke up, punk band play at your funeral? Was Fred playing a joke on them, pulling each member back from the brink for this homage to the greatest fan? The guy was dead, in the dirt not 20-ft away. He hated this. But, Tommy was here, cry'in with the rest of them.
Giving away that guitar was the managers idea. Sort of a final nail in Tommy Wilson's own coffin. ' If GG's really dried up and done, if you and your people are really absolutely finished- then get ride of this idol of that time.' It made sense. Tommy didn't play anymore, he only played with his band. A band that didn't exist.
So why the hate? It was seething in him. He didn't hate being up on stage again, that was always a passion of his. Be in the light, be seen and heard. He didn't hate playing, the guitarist spoke the instruments language. Tom made the thing sing and enjoyed each twang. It had to be the other members of the band. Though, he loved Sedgewick, and even though there was much misunderstandings with Rowan, he enjoyed any time with her. So it had to be Gage. It was no secret that the two butted heads any chance they got, but that day...... that day was a heart breaker. Tommy glanced over at the singer, who was belting out like he didn't need a voice tomorrow. He had to look away. No, he would never hate the guy....... trust him or let him close, that was another story, that he didn't care to be written.
Fact was, Tommy was hating the end. The end of this set was when this fairy tale shattered, and they went back to whatever it was. Existing. Row managing tours, Sedgewick hold up at home- watching his cartoons, Gage maybe flipping burgers some where and Tommy on the big screen. Yup, they'd all definitely go on existing..... though living was another dream to be had. It was like the sand spiraling through the hourglass, till the world turned grey again. God, did he need a drink immediately .
As for Sedgewick. He was sobbing at his drum kit, still playing along trying to get a hold of himself. There was simply too much emotion happening all at once for the lad.
Giving away that guitar was the managers idea. Sort of a final nail in Tommy Wilson's own coffin. ' If GG's really dried up and done, if you and your people are really absolutely finished- then get ride of this idol of that time.' It made sense. Tommy didn't play anymore, he only played with his band. A band that didn't exist.
So why the hate? It was seething in him. He didn't hate being up on stage again, that was always a passion of his. Be in the light, be seen and heard. He didn't hate playing, the guitarist spoke the instruments language. Tom made the thing sing and enjoyed each twang. It had to be the other members of the band. Though, he loved Sedgewick, and even though there was much misunderstandings with Rowan, he enjoyed any time with her. So it had to be Gage. It was no secret that the two butted heads any chance they got, but that day...... that day was a heart breaker. Tommy glanced over at the singer, who was belting out like he didn't need a voice tomorrow. He had to look away. No, he would never hate the guy....... trust him or let him close, that was another story, that he didn't care to be written.
Fact was, Tommy was hating the end. The end of this set was when this fairy tale shattered, and they went back to whatever it was. Existing. Row managing tours, Sedgewick hold up at home- watching his cartoons, Gage maybe flipping burgers some where and Tommy on the big screen. Yup, they'd all definitely go on existing..... though living was another dream to be had. It was like the sand spiraling through the hourglass, till the world turned grey again. God, did he need a drink immediately .
As for Sedgewick. He was sobbing at his drum kit, still playing along trying to get a hold of himself. There was simply too much emotion happening all at once for the lad.
