#i need to really get back into my cash muse ahain

[cheeksred]

" you know, i'm pretty sure what i am SUPPOSED to say here is ' of all the gin joints in this town ..." cash trailed off, dropping down a beer in front of the girl he considered to possibly be a dream. or a mirage. or maybe a high from coming off a sold out show. any of these are more likely to be true than the reality of her actually being there, sitting nonchalantly on a barstool alone. in a past life, cash might do something stupid like lean over the hug the girl he once thought could maybe be THE ONE. but he was older now. smarter, more mature as his mother had told him the last visit she’d come up for. long gone was the overly hyper underachiever from when she knew him. now, he was in a successful band that had played coachella twice. they had a label. he even had a house, one that he didn’t share with his bandmates. cash was everything a woman was looking for on paper - so why was he so adamant that none of them fit into his happily ever after? why was the one woman still crossing his mind at night, the one that got away from years and years ago? and what was he supposed to do when she showed up at the same bar, as if he dreamed her up? “i uh - what the FUCK are you doing in LA, win? ”