Dream..

[arty_blonde]

My last night in rehab, my head is throbbing after all that happened between me and Glenn. Now I'm going to try and get off to sleep and maybe forget all of my troubles for a little while.

*looks at the art book Paul brought him and smiles fondly before closing his eyes and drifting off*

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[paul_r_thomson]

*weakly pulls the phone on his bedside table closer to him, picks up the reciever and dials your number with shaking hands*

[arty_blonde]

*sighs as he gets up and picks it up slowly fearing the worst at this time of night*..hello?

[paul_r_thomson]

*speaks softly, hoarse from coughing* Bobby...did I wake you?

[arty_blonde]

*frowns a little and shakes his head* No..but why are you calling this late Paul?

[arty_blonde]

*drops his bag down in his flat and yawns before reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone and dialing Paul's number* When is this gig then?

[paul_r_thomson]

Around nine. Still going to make it?

[arty_blonde]

*stifles another yawn and looks to his watch*..when time does it finish?

[paul_r_thomson]

*shrugs* Our songs are short, we'll be done before ten I expect. *laughs* You're about to fall asleep already, aren't you?!