Middles

There is one thing Adam likes especially about touring in the summer.

Actually it’s more of a love hate relationship.

He hates the heat, because....well...it’s hot.

But he loves it because all tour long Stacey prances around in her little red shorts.

Adam loves those shorts.

But only on Stacey .

He cringes whenever he thinks about Gabe wearing them, because short shorts are Stacey's thing.

He especially loves the middle of the day, when it’s the hottest. Mostly because this is when he can find Stacey, not only in her little shorts, but he can also find her wet. Very, very wet.Something about water and those shorts makes Adam crazy.

But on this particular day, when the sun is at it’s highest in the sky, making the heat almost unbearable, Adam cannot not spot the singer. He can’t find those little red shorts running around with a body inside, and said body having a squirt gun in hand. This worries Sisky. Stacey is never one to go into hiding unless something is very, very wrong.

So the young bassist asks around, but no one seems to know whats happen to Stacey. And this worries Adam even more. Someone always knows where Stacey is. Always.

His mind starts to make up stories about what has happened to his lost singer. How maybe she got called out by the FBI to go on a secret under-cover mission. And Maybe they gave her camo shorts so she could stay hidden. Or how Stacey was secretly a ninja, called away to fight over fast approaching warriors, out to destroy the tour. He thinks she would wear black shorts for something like that.

So Now Adam is running around looking for red, black and camo shorts, none of which seem to be popping up.

After hours of searching, the hot, middle of the day long gone, Adam returns to the bus, defeated. He has not found his singer.

He is caught off guard by the fact that when he opens the bus door, the bus is pitch black.

He turns on the lights and finds a note taped to the t.v.

I’ve been waiting since the middle of the day.

That’s all it says and Adam is positive that’s Stacey’s hand writing.

“Stcaey?” he calls, walking the length on the bus.

He steps on something soft and looks at the floor.

Under his left foot, in the middle of the floor, is a little pair of red shorts.

Adam thinks his heart is going to jump out of his chest.

He takes the shorts in his hand and rubs the fabric between his fingers as he continues toward the back longue.

The sight he sees when he opens the door makes the small bassist’s jaw drop.

And this is what Adam has been waiting for, since the middle of the first day of tour.