usually caused by Fidel’s sarcasm and Scotty’s inability to tolerate it.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Scotty snapping back at Fidel’s sarcasm was usually a hint to clearly state that he has had enough.
“Alright, alright but you don’t have much time man, your slot is programmed to start in just under two hours plus there’s the final run through too.” Fidel could see that Scotty was not completely awake and would need some help to get him to the stadium.
He went to the living room and turned the TV on to watch what was going on at the stadium as he waited for Scotty to get ready. Scotty gently shut the door behind him, threw the flowers to the far end of the bed and threw himself back on his messy, soft resting place. The moment he and his friends had spent so long working towards had finally arrived and it was right around the corner, it’s no wonder he started feeling the nerves kick in. the thought of being on stage in front of thousands of