Shaun’s Point Of View
We’re keeping the faith yeah, we’re keeping the faith alive
After spending two days in Brisbane performing, we had yet another few days break, and boy was I glad. It wasn’t funny how excited and happy I was to be back touring, and the excitement was definitely showing on stage, so my voice was really taking a toll. I could barely speak when I got home, so the majority of my time I spent keeping quiet and drinking enough water to fill a river.
On Tuesday I spend the day over at Paris’s house, helping her re-paint her room. She was getting a little tired of the custard yellow she had to look at so much, so we were painting them a nice deep blue. It wasn’t very surprising that the painting took us so long; we spent more time covering each other in paint than the walls. Every now and then she’d have a devilish look to her as she glanced to me to continuously, then BAM she’d slap her paintbrush on my arm. Although I got her back good when I covered her cheek in paint; just the look on her face made the paint I got in my hair worth it.
After the blue paint dried up we thought we’d be creative and draw up some little patterns and framing on the biggest wall, then soon I noticed she’d drawn herself in cartoon form sitting in the arms of whom I’d guessed was me, the two of us against a tree with a book in front of us. “Kinda reminds me of the night I showed you a new song” I said as I observed it.
“Well, that’s where the idea came from” she replied with a giggle, adding some last details. Remembering back to that night, I decided that beside where she’d drawn that I’d add to another piece of the memory. I drew a large piece of the tree, the size of it that of the same as her entire drawing, and with a fair few more detail to the bark drew a close up of what she’d engraved on the tree: ‘Paris&Shaun 4Eva’ in a heart. I think the reason she’d done that to the tree that night more so than the fact of us being together, was the point of it being so cliché, kinda like our first date. We went and found some small fine paint brushes once we were happy with our sketching and pulled out some black paint Paris had and painted over the pencil on the wall, the final picture coming out a lot better than I originally expected.
When that was finally done we cleaned off the paint from all over us and decided to go out to Tuggerah for some Sushi. Watching Paris attempt to use her chopsticks was quite amusing when she had no idea what she was doing, and every time I tried to show her how to use them she started laughing and barely paid attention. Eventually she was stabbing her chopstick into the middle of the sushi rolls and eating them like she was using a fork, which I found both cute and childish.
“So how’s your voice going?” she asked with a smile as she took another bite into her seaweed-covered rice and fish.
“It’s there” I said with a crackling voice, slight pain appearing in the back of my throat.
“It’s quite a change being around you and barely hearing your voice.”
“..is that an insult?”
“Possibly a tad” she said with a cheeky grin, to which I dramatically dropped my jaw like I was shocked and horrified at the barely affective comment.
“Naw, you know I’m only joking” she said with a slight giggle and gave me a small peck on the cheek, to which I returned one on her lips.
“Oh my god is that Shaun Diviney?” I heard a girl whisper to her friend a few tables away from where we were sitting.
“Maybe we should sit a bit apart” Paris mumbled quietly and moved away from me slightly, until I stopped her by putting my arm around her waist and pulling her back and even close than before.
“Let them see, the fans were going to find out sooner or later” I whispered, giving her another kiss without a single care for the girls that were most likely seeing our every move and were going to most likely spread word of it.
“My heart and head go out of sync when you sing to me” she whispered after a few silent moments of us eating.
“I think I’d find that a tad more cuter if I didn’t know those were lyrics”
“It’s the thought that counts” she said with a wink.
Before I could say anything back to her, the girl that mentioned my name a few minutes ago and her friend approached us asking if they could quickly grab a photo with me, and handed me napkins to sign. The girl that mentioned my name looked at Paris with a slight evil look, obviously already deciding she didn’t like her, while the other looked to her and smiled. This was one thing that sometimes made me hate being in a band, I could never be with a girl without some fans being jealous and thinking bad of her. I mean it’s okay to feel jealous, everyone feels jealous about something, but that doesn’t mean they need to dislike her and talk bad of her when they don’t even know her. I remember before I got with Paris, I was with a girl for a good year and a half, and our relationship wasn’t exactly secret to the fans, and some of them use to talk about her like she was scum and even say they wanted her to die. It’s just wrong.
