It's not always good to live your dreams

[fallen_april]

When stress is crazy, and you just need to be alone... April curls up on her bed and draws. She's having an off-day, apparently, because most of her efforts have been pretty crappy, but it happens from time to time. Granted, not quite this badly, but she's willing to believe extra stress could do that.

The door's unlocked.

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[rockstardavis]

A rockstar walks into the room, smelling of smack and cigarette smoke. "Yo, baby." It feels familiar somehow, like a familiar hurt come back, a familiar pain.

[fallen_april]

It does. It's more familiar than she'd like. But April smiles, glad to see him (even if she has a secret that she doesn't know how to tell him), and gets up to kiss him.

"Hey, you. I've been looking for you, where've you been?"

[rockstardavis]

He kisses her, off-handedly, tasting of smack, pot, and cigarettes. "Oh, around. You know me. It's a rockstar thing."

[fallen_april]

April frowns a little. He was clean, she thought. And she thought he wasn't really much of a rockstar in practice anymore either. "Working on the movie, I guess," she assumes for her own sanity. "Makes sense. How's it going?"