Running for the hills (Samson)

[jason elijah rowe]

Looking at the time, Jason let out a heavy sigh. It was three in the morning and he was still working his ass off on this song he'd been supposed to have done days ago. Sure the assignment wasn't due until mid day, but he was so far behind he almost wanted to cry. Jason Elijah Rowe just didn't cry, it wasn't something he did often. Well lately that wasn't entirely true because he'd been crying a lot more in the last two months or so than he'd done in years. The fight with Peter, then now the play, it was all tossing his emotions into all sorts of a mess and leaving him exhausted. His music suffered from it and so did his football skills. It wasn't as though he wasn't aware of this fact, actually he was more than aware of it, he hated it and he knew that his team mates, especially Sam, would have noticed it, even the coach had started tossing him worried glances when he thought no one was looking.

Just yesterday Jason had gone to extremes to hide how fucked up he really felt by sucking it up and buying some concealer, yes makeup, on Jason. Aside from having to wear the stuff at the actual showings of the play, he had never ever expected having to use the stuff, but here he was, buying it to take care of the dark circles that had settled permanently under his eyes as of late. Being here at the music hall at three in the morning wasn't going to help but he had to get this finished, and his fingers were already feeling raw because he'd been obsessively playing all day. He'd only really taken a break to run some lines with Peter and to pretend to go to sleep next to the guy. Once Peter had been asleep though, he'd carefully untangled himself from his fiancee and just headed back out to play some more. Frustration was clear on his face as he played the same part of the song over and over again, trying to figure out what it was that made it sound wrong.

Finally he glanced at the time and realized it was almost five thirty and he was supposed to be at football practice soon. Quickly he tidied up what needed to be packed away and headed back to the dorm, sneaking in to grab his bag and three cans of redbull, drinking one as he jogged over to the changing rooms, the first can was gone by the time he got there and he tossed it in the bin, drinking another as he started changing. He was there a bit early and he really didn't mind, all he wanted to do was get changed and finish his redbull cans so he'd have at least some sort of energy. Heading into the toilet he looked in the mirror there and applied some extra concealer, making sure the door was locked as he did so and then proceeded back out and downing the last can in one go. Despite his efforts to look like he'd slept, he looked like utter crap.

Not that he didn't feel like shit too, even with the redbull starting to surge around in his system, his limbs felt like they were made of lead. A sigh escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair, adjusting it to the casual mess it usually was at this time in the morning. Soon he was decked out in his football gear and at least looking ready to work out even if his eyes told a completely different story. Oh well, he hoped people would be too tired to notice. As he waited for the rest of the guys to show he just sat down on one of the benches and fiddled with his phone, playing some silly game that someone had put on there at a party of some sort. Maybe it was even Sam that had put it on there, he honestly couldn't remember and at this point he didn't care. It was all he could do to even keep his eyes open and the game was something to focus them on.