The tour bus was a solace away from the place she cherished most, seemingly warm and welcoming yet still tinged with sadness. The days and weeks on this voyage had become increasingly more difficult for her, as the borders between joyous and sorrowful moments blurred. Salem felt alive as she pounded the drums on stage, melodies of passion that ran through each beat. She was engrossed in the music, feeding off the energy of the crowd as their voices combined to resound the bands performance. This was where she belonged - at the core of her being, pouring all she had into what she loved. When the night arrived, enveloping all in darkness, that longing would come rushing back—a deep yearning for both life on the stage and to be held within the embrace of who waited patiently back home. Through many calls and texts, a small respite was granted, but it was not enough to quell the ache that came with being two places at once.
The steady hum of the tour bus lulled her into a trance-like state, headphones lulling her with her favorite songs, and as they drove closer to home she could feel the yearning burning within her. It only seemed like moments and also lifetimes since she had first stepped onto the bus for her tour, but she was so familiar with the peculiarities of being a touring musician—the odd city names, the rushed soundchecks, and the endless movement in traveling. No matter how much she had adapted to her new lifestyle, there was nothing that could compare to the comfort of coming home.
It's another drag of time, the clock mocking her every time she checks it. She tries to sleep, to force a fast forward on these exhausting miles but her bones are buzzing. She's being lit up inside like children going to bed on Christmas Eve. The date was circled in red in her head, and she stared at it longingly after each wonderous night of musical communion. She's the last drop off, the fartest out and as she finally stepped foot off of the tour bus for the last time, she felt it—a deep sense of peace trickling down over her like a sprinkle of rain. She's desperate for a flood, though, parched and craving a torrent. There's no time wasted with her boots heavy on the ground, bag half-slung on her shoulder, and wheeling her suitcase.
With one swift motion, the door yields to her touch as if it were begging her to come in. Her heart flutters as nervousness and anticipation run through her veins, she strides with purpose into the room; her steps echoing around her like a sweet symphony. " Babe? " She calls out into the house while dropping her bag heavily to the floor and carefully searches for his figure. When finally their eyes meet, they exchange an intimate gaze that unleashes a wave of warmth within her. Her emotions rush to the surface, taking over all rational thought as she rushes forward; embracing him in a hug that could melt any icy heart. " I'm home, " she whispers.
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