Tsunami

"Elijana Rose Mackenzi! Where on Earth do you think you are going at this time of night? Its 8pm on a Tuesday." 

Exclaimed my lovely mother Rosita.

She was what I would consider to be a control freak, she had a profound obsession with ensuring no fun approached any of her offspring. Anything that didn't contribute to securing me a 'bright future' was a waste of time in her eyes.

This meant any parties? Fuck no. Any relationships? Double fuck no. And when me and my dad secretly went to a concert together? Well, he lived on the sofa for 3 months after.

"Mum, chill out, I'm staying at Lucy's house cause she lives two minutes from the train station and I've got that trial shift in Denny tomorrow remember?"

I hoped to any possible gods that my mum believed this, I mean I wasn't necessarily lying, I was staying at Lucys and I did have a trial shift tomorrow in Denny. But I was making a detour first.

 You see, I have an ardent love for music and anything music related. The perfect mix of sounds and words and technologically enhanced effects all swirling together to form an overwhelming amalgamation of emotion that just takes over. I just couldn't live without it.

Yesterday Lucy sent me a link that showed an advertisement for an open mic night down at a local bar, ten minutes from Lucys. We decided to go, as we shared a love for music and worked on some stuff the two of us every time we had the chance.

"Right... Okay well I will be calling you at 6am to make sure you are awake okay? and You better be going straight to bed when you get to Lucys house!" 

She said suspiciously while folding my Fathers washing.

"yes mum I know see ya tomorrow"

I droned whilst feeling a sense of envy for literally every other person I knew with normal parents.