I PUT THE EMPHASIS ON THE EVIDENCE ,

[bobby lou moore]

begging for the proof
SOMETIMES THE HARDEST THING TO BELIEVE IS THE TRUTH

THINGS WERE TIRING ON TOUR. maybe it didn't seem like it to the screaming fans of puka's promise, but on the inside of tat bus or behind that stage, it was a very hectic place. bobby liked things calm when she was getting ready for a show, but this tour must not like her enough because she never got her way when it came to that. she was usually running around, trying to find the right cords to plug everything in, even though that was their shit-paid sound crew's job. she didn't think she could trust them when at their first show they plugged everything in wrong and ended up getting a radio mixed in there. the stereos started blaring polka from the radio. how embarrassing, right? so bobby made sure to double check everything and i mean everything before they went on stage. then she would have to check in with make-up and wardrobe, because she wasn't aloud to wear certain things on stage. ugh. it was all too crazy. so bobby made a plan. after one nights show she would go strait to bed, hiding under her covers and trying to ignore her band mates in the front of the bus. she set her alarm for four o'clock in the morning, and even though it sounded like death, she knew she had to do it. to get away from the tour. it was so much fun, but sometimes she needed a very very very quiet place. it was her break time. and even though most people assume that the shows and the touring is all fun and games, they are wrong. sure, there are parties, but those are just to make up for all the craziness going on. it was fine with bobby, because she could handle crazy. sometimes. now was her time to call it a day though.
THE ALARM DIDN'T JUST WAKE poor bobby up like it usually did. it faded into her consciousness, waking her up slowly as the four year strong ballad "bada bing wit' a pipe" got louder and louder. she slammed her hand hard down on her precious iPhone, remembering she'd have to unlock it and then shut it off. her hands slid clumsily and lazily over it, scrambling for the stop button. when it was pressed, she flopped back down into her small bunk; like she had room to sit up completely anyway. the bunk was maybe three feet high, so all she could really do was roll off. sophie was sound asleep in the bunk above her, so she quietly rolled onto the floor, making a soft thump of a noise. she pressed her face on the carpet, pushing up on her hands and sitting up. it was pitch black out, but she could already feel some of the heat that would bother her later on. she was in her pajamas of spongebob squarepants sweat pants and one of her father's old t-shirts. it still smelled like him. but that's beside the point. bobby knew what she had to do. she slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly then flipping on the light. she didn't bother making herself pretty, but she did put her contacts in and make sure her eye liner wasn't smeared all over the place. she was quiet to open the door, and with the light from the bathroom pull on a pair of destroyed jeans and a bra. she pulled a t-shirt over that, and then a very old and large sweater. she looked like she was going out in the middle of winter, but no. it was cool out now. she folded up one of her quilts from home and tucked it under her arm. after making sure she had her phone she slipped out the front door of the bus.
BOBBY HAD BEEN THE ODD ONE in the band; she insisted on bringing her bike from back home. she was one who sometimes got homesick, but it was really just so she could get around without having to walk. yeah, she was that lazy. pulling the back off of the rack on the back of the bus, she put the blanket over the steering wheel and started down the sidewalk. she didn't put the flashlight on top of one of the handles until she was out of the parking lot, with all the sleeping band buses parked there. when he got to the road she flipped on the flashlight. she didn't do it so much for her on viewing, but because other cars could see her coming if they were drowsy that early morning. she touched her phone and checked the time; four fifteen. she was fine. she would have all morning on the beach to herself and she loved it. this was just what she needed, a small break from the rest of the world. she was about ten minutes from the ocean, and she was so excited. she hadn't been to the ocean since she was back in florida, when she was just a little girl, riding in the boat next to her father. she hadn't thought about him much lately, mostly because she hadn't had the time to think about him. she was too busy and it sucked. when she saw the horizon, with the sun beginning to peek up over the ocean, she grew excited even more. even though a yawn or two escaped her, it didn't matter. she figured she had the right since it was so early in the morning. there wasn't much of a beachy shore to be seen, but that as because she was in boston at the time. there were docks, and many many ships out on the water, it was a beautiful sight to see.
SHE LOST HER BREATH THE MOMENT SHE saw the ocean. she sped up then hit the brakes, stopping her bike instantly and pulling over into the grass. she took her blanket and flashlight to the end of one of the docks, her eyes never leaving the sight of the beautiful sea. she loved the smell of it, and the way she had so much fresh air out here. the sounds of the birds were all around her, and the dinging of some of the many early-bird boats out on the sea already. they cast marvelous shadows against the tide, and the rippling water. she laid out her blanket, sitting cross-legged in it and upon feeling the breeze pulled the corners of it up and around her. she breathed slowly and quietly, feeling the cool sea air on her face, pushing her hair back from her forehead. she didn't mind. bobby's mind began to wander, after thinking that the next time she did this she should bring a camera. it was unlike her to go to sleep right after a show, because she considered it something worth celebrating. parties never got old, especially when she threw them. so it was surprising that she would do something like this. but it cleared her thoughts and made her feel much more at peace with herself. she thought about many things that morning, mostly about her father; wondering where he was and how proud he would be of her if he saw her now. how much he'd love to see this edge of the country. it was exhilarating.

WC • one three nine oh
NOTE • open thread !
WEAR • boston harbor , early morning .
CREDS • template to moi , lyircs to relient k ( aka the best band in the entire world )