It’s afternoon. One of those very quiet afternoons when even in a busy high class hotel, you can almost hear the silent whispers of emptiness. It’s like if you make the slightest move, you’d be disrespecting the world. That’s when a loud knock is heard on Tommy’s hotel room. And when he turns to the door, the sound is so unbelievable in the serene loneliness of his room, that he almost thinks he imagined it. Yet after a moment, he stands up from his chair by the window, and goes to the door.
For a second when he hears Tommy’s soft voice, Adam hesitates, regrets coming here. Returning to those feelings of self-doubt, of how this is stupid, and why is he here even? He should be in his own room now, sleeping the day off and relaxing his throat for the concert tomorrow. But instead he is here. Suddenly standing in front of Tommy’s door like a lost man, like he can’t go anywhere else, this is the only place he can be. And w