VIOLET'S POV
That interview rocked and I loved every single second of it! The rush it gave me was exrtraordinary. I walked towards the limo so they could give me a ride home. The girls let me keep the clothes because they know I don't really own any. The limo driver, whose named I learned was Burt, drove me home. I took the elevator up to my apartment and I opened the door almost fallng over with tiredness.
I slammed the door close and dragged myself to my room. I threw the black fedora off my head and into a random spot. I needed to go out later to make some money, I don't have much food left. I decided that I'm just going to stay up and go out in an hour. I slipped off my Doc Martens and just before my butt could hit the couch,there was a knock at the door. Ugh.
I turn the door knob and standing there is the one and only 5 Seconds of Summer. "Hi Violet, could we come in?" Ashton asks.
I would be freaking out, but I'm so tired it's unbelievable. "How did you find out where I live?" I tense up a bit.
"The studio told us," Calum mumbled.
"Whatever, you can come in," I said.
Ashton, Luke, and I sat on the couch. Michael and Calum sat on the floor. "We have some news for you," Michael said.
That's exactly what the doctor said when my parents died. I shot up out of the ground running towards the bathroom. I did not want to hear those words ever again. They kept ringing in my ears as if I would ever forget that day. I saw Luke bolting after me and I shut the door, but Luke's fingers got caught. You only need one hand to play guitar, right? "Oh my god!" I screamed.
Luke fell on the ground and groaned in pain. Michael jolted over to me and looked at me with wide eyes. "We need to get him to the hospital!" Michael yelled. I helped Luke up and I just gave him a sorry smile. Before I shut the door to my apartment, I put on the Doc Martens and caught up with the guys.
All of us went down to the lobby and I hailed a cab. We bunched up in the car and Calum told the driver to go to the nearest hospital and to step on it. Not one of us muttered a single word. Except for Luke's occasional whimpers. After about 10 minutes we got the emergency room and Ashton just threw a couple pounds at him. "Thank you!" I called.
We scurried into the emergency room and I went up to the front desk. She looked about 18. Perfect. "Hi, could you get a doctor?" I ask.
"You would hav-"
"What if I told you Luke Hemmings's hand might be broken," I said.
"I will get a doctor right away," she said with all seriousness.
I ran back up to the boys and told them the doctor should be coming out. "Luke Hemmings!" the doctor called. She had long brown hair and green eyes.She also looked young, about 25. Her makeup was natural and light. Her teeth were white and she looked basically...flawless. All of us walked with the doctor into a hospital bedroom and Luke sat on the bed while we had to sit in the uncomfortable, plastic chairs.
"My name is Dr.Moore.So what seems to be the problem Mr.Hemmings?" her English accent ringing through the silence.
"I closed my fingers in a door," is all Luke said.
"Ok, how about we get that x-rayed. Come with me," Dr.Moore explained.
They left the room and everyone was in complete silence. You could take the back of an earring, drop it on the grouand and it would sound like a bomb went off. "So," Michael started.
"So," I replied, dragging out the 'o'.
"About the news we had to tell you," Calum began. I cringed hearing those words,"we were going to ask if you wanted to go on tour with us?"
"You mean around the world?" I asked confused. Whoever wants to go on tour with me must be a little crazy, "I don't know. Wouldn't you have to talk to your managers and stuff. Wouldn't you guys have an opening act already?"
" Not necessarily. We talked too management too. They said that it would work. Also, It would be so much fun!" Michael chimed in, getting excited.
"I don't think I'm good enough. Your fans will hate me. I'm just a street prefomer with nothing.No family, no friends, no education, and no experience," I argue, tears threatning to spill.
"It's ok Violet. We will help you get through this. We won't brake you,if anything we'll fix you." Ashton cooed.
"You can't brake something that's already broken," I stated.
I got up and was about to walk out the door when Michael grabbed my wrist. "Violet, please think about it. You're an an amazing preformer, and I couldn't see you as anything but one. Here's my number, please call if you change your mind."
I took the paper out of his hand and I 'smiled'.I pulled my wrist from out of his grip and I walked down the blank hallway. I need some fresh air. I've only been here for two days, I couldn't possibly do this tour. That's a decision that will change my life forever. I know I wanted to start a new chapter in my life, but is this how I am supposed to do it? By going on a world wide tour?
I eventually find my way back to my apartment. It was already 7three and I had one cup of Ramen noodles left and two cereal bars. I'll go shopping tomorrow. I just need to sleep on it. I pulled the covers over my head and fell asleep the minute my head hit the pillow.
---------------------------------------The next morning----------------------------------------------------
I woke up with the light blinding my vision, like always. I stood up and went into the kitchen. I ate one of the cereal bars and turned on the television. I heard a 5 Seconds of Summmer song and it go me thinking again: will going on the tour help me start fresh? Forgetting about all that's happened in my past?
Without thinking, I put on my dirty old converse, got change, and grabbed the number Michael gave me. I ran down the flight of steps because the elevator was taking too long. I went into the same booth as the one I called the interviewer with and dialed the number.
"Hello," I heard a groggily voice.
"Hi, Michael, I want to go on tour."
"That's awesome. You will gain tons of fans, make loads of money, and is a new fresh start form your old life," Michael explained.
Those words kept ringing in my ears. I need a fresh start,so I am more than happy to join this tour.
That's when I woke up from the dream. I looked at the clock and it read 8:00 AM. "I need to call Michael!" I hollered.
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