“Don’t go, Don’t go, Don’t go.”, I sang into the microphone. Words with so little meaning, yet they come together one car crash of a meaning in this song. The audience pummeled each other and shouted back the words in a less poetic fashion. It’s fun to watch.
The song was over and the audience cheered. Six months since signing with Saturated Records, we’re finally headlining our own show. Before now, most shows we did had our name in small print under the band that was to be the primary attraction. Now we’re it. Our record was easy to record, unlike what most people say. I forget who said it, but some famous singer once said the first record is always the easiest because you can’t possibly screw it up. It’s true, but I felt like a lot was riding on it, and what do you know? People like it. I think it’s a good record. Very well done.
We we’re backstage at the venue, shooting the breeze with some of the other bands. Michelle left to meet her boyfriend at his house. Stan and I were having a great time by ourselves. Telling jokes, hearing hilarious stories. It was a blast, but all good things must end as I’ve come to find out. We had to get going. Home was not far, just a few blocks away. Stan drove. My car had been returned to me, good as new. Well, almost.
Stan parked and we went into our new pad, a two bedroom apartment. We split the rent and have enough money to get us to the end of the month. The money we make from our jobs plus money from the label is just enough to live happily. Stan went into his room and went straight to sleep. I, on the other hand, had one last thing to do before I went to bed. In my closet, next to my music gear, lay a box with no indentation whatsoever on it’s surface. Underneath was something I could never give up. Yeah, you know it.
I diapered myself slow. Enjoying the feeling of plastic against my stomach and thighs. The tape went slow because I didn’t want it to be too loud. In my mind, it felt like the loudest sound in the world, like thunder. One by one, the tape lay flat on the front of the diaper. It was done being assembled and I stood up, feeling the soft cotton-like material on me. It felt so secure, and it made me secure. It had been so long since I’ve honestly enjoyed them that it was relieving to find joy in them again. Tonight, I would sleep in it, then wake up and change before I was caught by Stan.
Morning came and went. I woke up at 11:45, thinking Stan was already up and about. Little did I know, he would be awake at 1:30. That short little heart attack was terrifying. I immediately woke and changed out of my diaper. I lurked out of my bedroom, looking for signs of an awake Stan. I was relieved to hear his snoring come out from his room with the open door. Thank you, god.
What woke Stan up was his phone. It had no fancy ring tone, but a simple ring. His voice sound sick, almost. “Hello?”, He said, “Mike, what’s up?”, he continued, “What? Who? Jesus Christ!”. He leaped out of bed. “You’re are serious?”, He yelled into the phone. I lurked back in my chair to peak into this bedroom. I sat at the kitchen table, playing World of Warcraft on my computer. Yeah, I’m addicted.
Stan came out of his bedroom with a still, silent phone in his hand. His excitement was enough to shock him awake. “That was Mike.”, He said
“Yeah…”
“He got a call from Tony yesterday night after the show.”
“And?”
“Tony got us a spot on the Warped Tour.”
“Shit.”
Needless to say, Michelle was just as excited about it as we were. I could hear a loud, audible ‘Shit’ on Stan’s cell when he called her. Yeah, she was happy. The tour wouldn’t be for another month, but already I wanted to go out and play. Finally a chance to show the world what we got. It was an a amazing feeling to get this chance. Finally, some acceptance. No more going nowhere. I was so happy, I could puke. Never did I think we would get to play on the tour so soon, if at all. Our record was only a few months old, still getting up there in recognition. Yeah, some big bands had left some comments on our Myspace, but nothing major was coming out way. But this… this was it. Our time, our chance.
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