I'll Be the One to Show You the Way

It's three in the morning and I have just heard a knock on my door, or at least I think so. I'm still in that half awake, zombie-like stage where I am uncertain of what's really happening and whether or not it is a dream. I lay there for a few more minutes hoping it was all in my head. As I start to doze off into unconsciousness, I hear what I think to be another bang on my door. Again, I tell myself it was just my imagination and attempt to fall back asleep. This time I cannot even begin to fall asleep. I get up to smoke a cigarette to try and calm my nerves about this mysterious knocking. Alas, I am naturally all out. I head back to bed and tell myself to deal with it, but there is again a knock on my door. I can no longer deny the fact that these knocks are real. I head to my door to explore the situation and realize what's going on. I have dealt with this many times before. It's her again. I beg and plead for some peace and quiet and maybe just a hint of privacy, but she won't allow it. She once again insists on invading my space and engaging in meaningless babble, hoping that it might one day turn into something more. I tell her I don't see it like that. She complains. I try to avoid her until she comes back having done something for me. This time she had promised to fix one of my shoes, as it's zipper had recently broken. I let her in, and I, in turn exit. I tell her I am in no mood for talking and that I am going down to the lobby to drink enough to put myself asleep. Hopefully this cold shoulder technique will someday work and let me be alone for just a brief period of time. I am just eighteen, but could easily pass for twenty-one, especially being that I am beginning to bald. Age doesn't matter though when you've got my status. Being larger than life with girls coming to my room at every hour of the day isn't exactly a problem in my mind. I've got a flight to Japan tomorrow. We have another show. It's always the same with these plane rides. Fly for seemingly endless amounts of time and get off to thousands of shrieking fans. I myself don't mind it, but I think it's beginning to take a toll on my ears. I return to my room and she is still here. She knows of my flight and tells me to remember what we promised each other. She always makes a point of bringing this up whenever I go away. I don't see her like that, but she insists on it. I go along with it walk her to the door. We say our goodbyes and I show her the way out just like I have done countless times before.

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