A wee short and a roleplay thing.
•Rick Wright's pov•

The day started fairly normal. A normal Thursday. The sun shined through the blinds. A noise came from my mouth, somewhat of a whine and a groan, and I hid under the covers. I really didn't want to get up, but I had practice and Roger would be furious.

I rolled out of bed, and walked into the bathroom down the hall, lazily.

Everything was so bright and I hated it. I needed to curl up and take a cat nap in a jumper and not worry about anything but how much tea I have.

I washed my face, and ran a hand through my hair to comb it until I looked up and found two fuzzy cat ears on top of my head. I was terrified. Absolutely terrified.

The most pitched, girly scream came out of my mouth. I was panicking. I couldn't believe it. Why am I now?

Underneath the hair wasn't two human ears. There was nothing there.

"Bloody..."

A million thoughts raced through my mind a million kilometers per hours about band practice today and what everyone with think of them and what I'll think of myself.

My heart raced a hundred beats per minutes and I was seriously thinking I was about to get a panic attack. My little sister, Lizzie, has them a few times per month normally, and that's why I'm the quiet one of the band.

I picked up the phone and twisted the dial to the numbers of Roger's number. I took in a few deep breaths and held it until someone picked up.

"Hello-," a woman's voice spoke obviously sleepy and still in bed.

"Hi, Jane. Uh...love...can you put Roger on the phone, please?"

"Uh-huh."

Soon Roger's voice came on full awake and happy. You could pratically hear the smile on his face. "'Ello, Richard."

"Hey, um...uh," I tried to make a cough sound real. "I'm sick. Can we cancel practice today?"

A waited for the normal response of "No, come anyway," but the bassist's response was calm and understanding. "Yeah. I'll tell Nick and Dave that it's cancelled. Now, drink water, sleep and eat something. Get well." Lax and very pleased. Something really good happened to him or else he'd be as stone cold as ice.

I got dressed in a comfy jumper and made tea to calm myself down a bit. The doorbell rang as I got water in the kettle and put it on the stove.

You come up the rest. I don't control the short anymore. Sorry it was a bit odd, but I've had this idea forever.
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