Love on Tour

by *LordSylak

The Guitarist strummed, brushing his long hair out of his eyes. He smiled, seeing the paw print his mate had drawn on the back of his hand before they parted last, and, despite the fading black sharpie, it was still clearly visible. He looked out of the window of the bus at the land rushing by, strumming something new, while making notes about it.

The Technician, the mate of the Guitarist, was sitting outside in a park, wondering how his mate was and how his tour was going whilst counting the days till their reunion.  He fidgeted his cell phone in his hands, knowing the call he was expecting would not call for at least two more hours. Cursing the person who decided he was “not qualified enough” to road manage their show, as if some college graduate who had sucked the right dicks at the right time was. The Technician sighed, looking down at his phone and opening up a picture of his love, and saw the paw that had been drawn on him by his mate.  Teen months since the band had gone on tour, and they had only seen each other a month prior to that night since while the band was in the city they lived in. He sighed, almost not being able to wait the three months till their reunion.

The Guitarist stopped strumming, seeing the time and took out his phone, dialing the number of his mate and putting his phone between his head an shoulder, and began strumming a different song. The conversation of the lovers was a pleasant one, initially silly things, on the basic “how have you been, I miss you,” conversation, before oozing into discussion about love and a friendly argument about nothing, before both agreed it was getting late where the Technician was and they hung up. The guitarist continued to ignore his band mates who decided to make fun of him for is refusal of girls, boys, and booze; but the Guitarist brushed the off, resuming his work on the song he was writing for his special someone as they kept going on the road.

The technician had been sitting in the balcony of their London apartment for the call, looking out over the city at night. Walking in, he was greeted by the husky and orange cat the couple owned, and returned affection to each animal in turn. He sat down at the piano, the past few months making him play more that he used to, and played some of whatever he had out, before taking his shower and heading off to sleep in the large, warm, empty bed in which he allowed the thoughts of his mate consume him, knowing that on the other side of the world, his mate was doing the same with thoughts of him.


-Are