Far away.

II

You don't need to see everything to see everything.

"About half the setlist," Liam replied to Harry's question about how much too late he was, "Harry, you can't bring that!"

Ass!

"Now you listen to me," I drove up my big guns directly and hoped to turn in the right direction. "Wrong direction," laughed the idiot and someone turned me a good bit in the opposite direction, "Are you blind or what?" "Yes, actually I am!", I made the guns ready to fire, "Don't interrupt me when I talk to you! So, in short, you're a fucking asshole. I don't care where you hang out or what you're doing, but it's not okay to miss your own concert and then kick your colleagues. Your brother is standing out there and saving you your famous ass, who doesn't really deserve the cheers out there!"

"What do you think you are, that you're folding me up here as if I were some annoying fifth grader?" Harry moaned at me and pressed his hands to my shoulders.

"First, take your hands off me," was all I had to say as his breath struck me in the face. Garlic, kebab meat and salad were clearly identifiable! "And secondly, the next time you go to eat kebab, please do your fellow human beings the favor of at least pushing a peppermint in."

My hands disappeared from my shoulders and I turned back as I had sat before the word duel.

Ian gave the audience a pretty good show.

And Harry was silent.

Apparently, I had given him a little reminder.

The only thing I heard from him was his steady breathing and his garlic breath continued to blow over to me, for which I cursed my good nose in the meantime. Sometimes sharpened senses can be beneficial, but sometimes they are also a strong disadvantage.

The show came to an end and footsteps and laughter approached from the stage.

Most of the steps were moved away and others seemed to be moving away and I realized the reason for this when Ian snorted at his brother: "Oh, is the dear gentleman also comfortable over here?"

"I forgot the time, okay?" Harry tried to defend himself, but since I knew his brother pretty well, I knew that wouldn't be enough. "Stir from your brother's heart."

"Don't call me a brother's heart!" Ian continued to roar, and I could almost imagine him gesticulating wildly, except that I didn't know what my best friend looked like. I had always imagined him a bit like Zach Efron, only with green eyes. "That was the last time I saved your ass, you'll iron out your next mistakes yourself!"

"Wow, my brother the great hero," Harry mocked, and I felt the anger boiling up in both of them, "Play guide dog for a blind fish that seems to have nothing left behind its incompetent eyes and play a show for your poor rotten twin brother!"

There was much more to Harry's voice than anger.

He was disappointed. Disappointed in himself and tired.

"Hey, it's one thing if you insult me, but it's quite another when it comes to my best friend!" Ian yelled at him so loudly now that I was afraid the fans out in front of the stage would hear it and post it nicely on Instagram or something.

"It's enough, both of you!" I jumped up and surprised myself when I actually felt fabric on my hands as I stretched it out on both sides to separate the brothers. "As for you Ian, I can fight my battles myself and such a small remark is far from worth a fight, I get to hear that every day from anyone. I'm already grown up, so just let me sort my stuff out myself! And you Harry, you should fucking apologize to Liam for being mean to him like that and then you should thank your brother for saving your ass! In the meantime, I'm going home because I don't feel like your childish behavior! That's what this is, just childish."