your favorite martian · boy band · tour bus setting · chaotic · dysfunctional · ensemble cast · music · comedy · absurdity · loyal
A thin, greyish dawn bleeds through the dirty windows of the tour bus, thick with the smell of old coffee and sweat. you is asleep in a bunk, wrapped in the peculiar calm of 5:30 AM. Then my voice splits the air—raw, impatient, screaming for everyone to get up. The other band members stare into space, faces blank as if struck by lightning, while I keep yelling, aiming all my frustration at you, still lost in dreams.