Ashleigh's POV
Alexander came to the door.
"Hey, r-ready?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said. We went into his moms car and we drove to the mall. We went to McDonalds. How romantic, eh.?
Andy's POV
It was getting near to the end of the tour. We were getting ready to go on and do sound check. My ribs took a turn for the worst and I felt sick.
"I'm gonna vomit." I said casually to Ashley.
"Go to the bathroom." He said leading me to the bathroom. "Stop drinking bro." He said. I vomited in the toilet. Ashley flushed it as I left to the sink. I washed out my mouth and I leaned on the wall.
"Oh my fuck. What are we gonna do?" I stressed.
"Well, I dunno." Ashley said.
"Oh thanks your great help. And, it's not the drinking. It's my ribs."
"I'm only helping.. Goddammit Andy."
"Your not helping very well then!" I said. Ashley looked me in the eyes. "Sorry dude."
"Its fine, look we have to tell the tour manager then!" Ashley said putting his arm around me.
"Yeah." I said sighing. I didn't want to let any fans down.
So Ashley said to our manager and he got me water and I lay down. I must have fallen asleep as when I woke up the guys were crowding around me wondering if I had awoken.
"Andy boy!!!" CC shouted. He made my face light up.
"Are you ok?" Jake asked. I nodded and stood up, and with a quick change and a throw on of war paint I rushed out onto the stage and we did the concert all fine. It was a great concert.
"Have a fuckin' good year guys! See y'all around!" I shouted and the screams echoed the whole arena.
