Snippet #1561059

Micah stared blankly at the ceiling of his small hotel room, waiting for the alarm to go off. He wasn't used to sleeping in a bed that wasn't his so he kept waking up every few hours. Eventually he gave up on the idea of sleep and just waited until it was time to get ready. He had left his parents behind the night before with a goodbye note, knowing that if he gave them a farewell in person they would just try to talk him out of going again. But he had made up his mind. He was gunna do something interesting for once in his life, parental approval or not. Besides he was 19, he could handle himself.

Finally the obnoxious sound of the alarm clock going off that he hated so much rang in his ears and he smacked the clock into silence. Time to get up. The boy rolled off the bed and had a good stretch before jumping into a quick shower. After that he dressed himself in a dark green tee and a pair of dark-wash jeans. He didn't have to do much with his mop of hair, it pretty much did itself with just a bit of hair product to smooth down the fly-aways. Done with his morning routine he looked around the room for the hundredth time, going over his mental checklist.

Big black drum set case: check. Suitcase full of clothes: check. Toiletries: check. Cellphone: check. Money: check. Backpack with his extra stuff: check. Laptop: in his backpack. He was good.

Micah glanced at the time, it was 10:15. He usually skipped breakfast, but he figured he should at least eat something since this was an important day. He pulled out a couple granola bars from his pack and went out to the balcony in front of his room, keeping a lookout for Jericho as he slowly ate his meal. The sun was out and the sky was clear. This would be a good day.