I watched as the sun rose over the Grand Canyon. The sky had just a few seconds ago been almost black, then pink and now it slowly turned blue. It was magical and I loved every minute of it. I could see the busses about a hundred yards away. I was currently on tour with Of Mice and Men, Asking Alexandria and some small band called Scarlet Skies. I hated every minute of it. Except for this maybe. A sunrise was always beautiful. But the tour... Wow. Just no. NO.

Of Mice and Men and Scarlet skies had both made it clear that they felt that I was misplaced in the tour. I was not a hardcore band. I was just a DJ who played and made hardcore beats. Hardcore Dubstep. So Asking Alexandria liked me because my sound was much like their Stepped Up And Scratched album. They accepted me. We weren't friends but we could talk and at least they didn't watch my every move when I was near like the others did. They just looked for an excuse to talk shit about me or be mean. Especially Scarlet Skies. They could be horrible.

I didn't have that much friends because I don't trust people. Or at least I trust a very few. Like... two people at the moment. My mothers best friend Carol, and my tourmanager, busdriver and "father" Cory. He wasn't my father. He wasn't dating my mother either but he had always been a father figure to me after what happened to me during my childhood. Let me tell you about it.

To make a long story short... My father abused me for many years, one day he tried to rape me and my mother stepped in and stopped him. He ended up in prison and my mother ended up in a coma. Because he almost beat her to death.
I make music today because of her because she always told me to follow my dreams. So yeah... I make music for her. Because I'm not only making beats. I can play the guitar, the piano, the violin, the bass and I am a fucking master when it comes to the violoncello. You should hear me play. and I can sing. But my label wont let me sing because I'm a DJ and a DJ is not supposed to sing. Which is the reason why Scarlet Skies and Of Mice and Men thinks I'm misplaced. I'm a DJ. They think the only thing I can do is that. They've never heard me sing or play an instrument so I don't really blame them.

I sighed and took a bit of my vegan croissant. I loved them. That was the only thing, together with some tea, that I had every morning for breakfast. Sometimes I took an avocado as well. But not today. And as you might understand. I'm vegan. Not because I fight for animals right, and I do, but because I want to. Meat have never spoken to me and after being a vegetarian for years I finally, about a year ago, turned vegan.

I took a picture of the sunrise and then I turned my attention to my tea. Lemon tea with some honey, a perfect way to start your morning. Soon my phone went off and I saw Cory's name on the screen.
"Hey Essie, where are you?" Cory said.
"I'm over here" I said and waved when I saw him, he sighed and shook his head.
"You and being by yourself, you will one day turn old and only have your cats" he said. He was in his 50's. He had five sons and I was his foster daughter. Which kinda made him my father.
"At least I'll name one after you" I teased and took a sip of my tea.
"We're about to hit the road again, come back here" he said and hung up. I stood up, brushed off the dust and took my remaining croissants and tea. When I got back to the bus I saw Jordan, Scarlet Skies vocalist, and he looked at my croissants.
"And what the fuck is that?" he asked. I ignored him and walked past him, and on to my bus. If they didn't have anything nice to say I wouldn't even bother speaking to them. And i couldn't even imagine them being nice. Ever.

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We got to the next venue and when I walked off my bus I almost walked straight into Austin. He looked at me.
"Watch it" he said and continued to walk away. I glared at him and wondered what I had done to make him dislike me. Since everyone always said he was such a nice guy. But he had never been nice to me. Not mean, but not nice either. I guess he was the reason why Scarlet Skies always picked on me. They adored him. In every way possible and if he didn't act nice to me, why should they?