Alex had left for tour a month ago and not a single day had passed by without thinking about him. He made sure to call me almost every day and apologized for the days he hadn’t. I loved hearing his voice on the phone because it made me feel happy. I adored his accent, being an American and all, and just loved to hear it. Alex had said he would call me sometime tonight and now I was patiently awaiting the call. I hear the light vibrations of my phone and immediately pick it up. “Hello, love” I hear is Yorkshire accent say through the phone. I smile at the sound of his voice and reply, “Hi Alex. I miss you.” I can hear some drums in the background and wonder if they’re rehearsing. “I miss you too. I’m so sorry to do this but I’ve got to go.” My emotions went from happy to sad within seconds. With an upset tone I say, “Aw okay, bye.” The other end of the call went dead and silence filled the speaker on my phone. I missed Alex a lot and the only way that feeling would go away is if I went and visited him on tour. So that’s exactly what I was going to do.