The Void

The night air was refreshing. Relieving almost. Thirty minutes, thirty minutes until we were on. Thirty minutes to prep to put on a show for the whole venue. Drumsticks in hand, I drummed on anything I could. Taping random rhythms and beats. My head swirled with thoughts and even slight anxiety. Nevertheless, I am very excited, Glancing over to the others, I see my brothers also warming up. Remington was warming up his vocals and Sebastian was tuning his guitar. We've been at this for years now. Ever since we were kids really. The feeling never gets old. The high someone can get from performing.

Soon it was time. As Sebastian, me, our bassist Daniel, and our backup guitarist made our way to the stage. As we approached, the crowd started chanting in excitement. Remington had stayed behind like he normally does at the beginning of our shows. Once we were finally situated in our spots, the crowd grew quiet. They knew what was coming. A night they won't forget. After a quiet countdown, I begin the first song on our playlist for the evening. The fans went nuts as they recognize the intro to Don't Feel Quite Right. As if on cue, Remington appeared as he walked up to the mic and was absorbed into the moment. As Remington got going, the crowd went insane. Singing along with him. It's like he's another person when he's onstage. The energy was incredible and entertaining. He just owned the stage like it was his.

About twenty minutes later we went on a small break. I stand up to stretch and adjust my hat. Seeing the others coming back, I sit down again behind my drums. Remington had now discarded his shirt and took a swig from his water bottle. Sebastian fixed his hair faintly, although it really didn't matter as it was going to get messed up again. The thing about him is that I don't understand how he could perform in those suits.  I prefer something breathable.

Getting ready I saw the lights changing to a purple hue. And with a single nod, the next song starts up and the crowd is already getting hyped. Remington comes in with the vocals for Mr. Doctor Man and of course, the fans loved it. He moved along to the music. He even got into the barrier to sing with them. About four minutes later as the song was coming to a close, he made a gun with his free hand and moved it over the crowd before pressing his fingers to his temple and "pulling" the trigger. He falls back carefully so he didn't hurt himself. The crowd loved it. 

After a few seconds, he rolled back onto his feet and addressed the crowd. Asking them how they were doing and all that fun jazz. Once the crowd grew quiet, Sebastian came up to his own mic and spoke into it. "You know Remington, you should be a bit more careful." he says as he wipes the beads of sweat off his face. All Remington did was chuckle a bit and shook his head before talking back to him.

"Haven't cracked my head open yet, so relax." I shook my head at them both and took a sip from my water bottle.

A few more songs later we finally ended the show and bowed. I grabbed some flowers and broke them apart before throwing them out into the crowd. I stayed for a bit to help clean up before leaving the stage. I was sweaty. I could tell that a little of the makeup I had on was running ever so slightly. Stretching, I took my time as I left the venue. Sighing, I longed for my bunk. I longed for sleep. Although I also wanted to start on a new piece. Lucky for me, most of the guys should be out tonight. I think Remington is going to be the only one on the bus. Maybe even Jason as well. I thought to myself as I approached the bus.

Upon entering, I was hit with the warm air of our bandwagon or bus or whatever you want to prefer to call it. While on the road it's just home to me. My thoughts swirled with creativity as I searched for my sketchbook to jot down my ideas. Looking around I noticed that our home on the road was a disaster zone. With clothes, shoes, bags, food, alcohol everywhere. The place needed a good deep cleaning. It's a good thing then that we have the next three days off.

I hear the toilet being flushed and I looked to the back. Remington exited the bathroom and sighed. he headed back to the shower, as the shower and the toilet were separate from each other. I watched him proceed to take off his own makeup. He hummed a melody not familiar to my ears. He also looked annoyed even. As if he was coming off from being mad at something or someone. Did he and Sebastian get into it again? It hasn't even been that long after the show! "Hey Remington, you alright?" I asked him as I approached him. he shook his head as he sighed. Something was the matter.