Ah yes my room, it’s grey and dreary as I’m always on the road. Even my suitcase is grey.
The room looks nice enough with curtains drawn that I can never tell what city I’m upon.
I may be the new number one prospect, but I’d never know because I’m in my hotel room.
Do my parents call? No
Siblings? No
Friend? No
Team mates wanting to hang? No
Only my agent Stephanie calls, but very few times.
Why? Because I’m stuck in my hotel room.