The next day Davy's good mood crashed. He was so tired but knew once again sleep was out of the question. They had to practice for a gig. Davy tried to keep up but it was impossible.
"Davy, man! You know this song. You're playing the wrong cords!" Mike barked.
Davy sat down the bass. "I'm sorry. I'll be right back."
Davy entered the bathroom. He took out a pill and popped it in his mouth. Davy began to do this every morning. He started taking three pills a day.
Before he knew it every single pill was gone.
"So how's the play going?" Micky asked one morning.
"Fine." Davy replied tightly.
"Just fine?"
"Yes, fine okay!"
"What is your problem?" Mike demanded.
"Nothing! I'm just sick and tired of all these stupid questions!" Davy snapped.
He picked up his fork and noticed his hand trembled. His head was also pounding.
I need a pill, he thought.
Davy got up from the table, and grabbed his jacket.
"Be right back." he said.
"I knew you'd be back." Bill smiled.
"Shut up! Do you have anymore pills?" Davy demanded.
"Two bucks."
"Two bucks?!" Davy cried.
"First bottle's free. After that two bucks." Bill smiled.
Davy handed him two dollars and quickly snatched the new bottle of pills.
"I'm scared Bill. I...I can't stop taking them! I yell at my friends when I don't take one. I think I have a problem." Davy rubbed his forehead.
"No, you don't. These are behind the counter drugs!" Bill insisted.
"What are these anyway?"
"Caffeine pills." Bill said.
"Speed?! You're giving me speed!" Davy cried.
"Relax! You're fine! You're keeping up with everything that's going on aren't you? You're not behind anything right?"
"That's true, but-"
"Look kid. You're on in five minutes. See you next week okay?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, next week." Davy mumbled as he stared at the pills.
What have I gotten myself into? Davy wondered.