Since Zayn had left me upstairs by myself, I figured I might as well put my stuff where he wanted it. When I was done, I got bored so I took out my phone and did what I usually did. Take selfie's. Tons of them and I didn't regret any of them because I loved all of them.
Since I still had service, I could upload them to Instigram and that is exactly what I did. It took them awhile to upload so I put my headphones in and went and sat on the couch while I waited for them to finish uploading.
By the time they were all uploaded it was 8:30. (Yeah, I know it seems like a long time for them to all upload but I arrived at the faire at like 6:30 and by the time we got back to Zayn's shop it was like 7. Then I put my crap on the floor on the foot of the bed and then took a whole bunch of pictures of me and had to edit then upload them all one at a time. With no Wifi.)
Since I was finished with my Instigram posting for the night, I decided to turn my music up and dance. I haven't just let loose and danced for the fin of it for awhile and I kinda wanted to. Besides I have nothing better to do.
I put my music on shuffle and the first thing that came of was Backstreet Boy! I love them! I couldn't help it! When I love a song, I have to dance to it! It is just lame to not to!
I walked over to behind the counter and began organizing everything for tomorrow. The prints of the art was all set out and the ones I had for people to buy, if they were interested, were behind this counter so they couldn't steal.
My other two workers, Alex and Jack, were supposed to show up tomorrow around 8. Before Hannah falls asleep, I need to tell her about what her job is going to be. I am going to have her behind the counter with me to deal with the actual business aspect of this. As much as I don't trust her with handling the money, I really have no choice but to. She doesn't know any of the meanings behind the art. Neither do Alex or Jack. They only know what I have told them to tell the customers if they ask. I have learned to be careful when a customer asks to speak to me about the art. I have to make sure I tell them what my workers would tell them.
I haven't told anybody except my mom about my art. She is the only other one who knows the real meaning of what the paintings mean. She knows which ones are actually dark and have a hideous story behind them and which of them have a beautiful and loving story to them. All art has a story to tell.
I was about to go around the shop when I heard a bunch of quick footsteps upstairs. It seemed like jumping and maybe a little bit of running. I was going to go up when I heard laughter and then a light thud. She must have gotten excited over something and then jumped onto the bed to calm down? I don't know.
I decided not to go up and see what she was doing, and decided to just get out my song book and write in it. Nothing to serious. Only a few lines I would think of here and there. I wanted to work on finishing my song I was writing at the moment. I decided to call it 'Same Mistakes' because I began writing it when I was dating my ex.
I know I should have just tore up the page because it's stupid to write a song about your past relationship but in all honesty, it's not about my past relationship but about any relationship. I wanted the lyrics to make people think about what they do wrong when they are in a relationship. How they always make the same exact mistakes over an over again even when they don't know it. People don't know that not all relationships are going to be perfect and you have to fight for what you want. Not fight for what you want till you get it then just give up on trying. It doesn't work like that.
Somehow I had managed to finish the song to my liking before 10 at night.
It was really quiet upstairs so I decided to go and see what Hannah was doing. When I got upstairs I didn't see her? She wasn't on the bed or in the kitchen area. When I turned my body towards the couch I saw her fast asleep with her earbuds in her ears.
I sighed to myself and walked to the edge of the couch and crouched down to get down to her level. I chuckled and took her earbuds out and paused her music setting her phone on the small table beside the couch and picked her up. I carried her bridal style over to the bed.
When I got to the bed I realized that she couldn't sleep without the covers over her because it gets cold. I huffed to myself and used my foot to pull the comforter back. When it was pulled back enough, I placed her on the bed and covered her up.
I grabbed the battery operated alarm clock from the nightstand and walked over the the couch, grabbing a blanket and pillow on the way. I set the alarm clock on the little table next to her phone and made sure it was set to 7 tomorrow morning, good it was.
I laid the pillow and blanket down and turned out the lights falling asleep on the couch.