I walked into dressing room, slamming the door angrily. I pulled at my hair as I turned towards the rest of them, all of them sat on the couch again.
"What the fuck just happened?" I snapped at particularly nobody.
"I don't fucking know!" Tay yelled back at me, snapping one of her drumsticks in half.
"That was fucking awful, did you see the way someone almost got Tay in the head with a bottle?" Mads exclaimed, standing up angrily from the couch.
"Right! I dodged that motherfucker by only a couple of inches otherwise I probably would have had to get stitches!"
The door slammed open again as Bert walked in, setting his camera down on the table. He stood in the middle of them room, disappointment evident on his face.
He shook his head as his eyes began to well with tears from frustration, "What the actual hell?"
"This was Bert's fault for suggesting to put Asking Alexandria on the setlist, that was when they started to get angry!" Tay suddenly stood up and jabbed her finger towards Bert.
Bert furrowed his eyebrows immediately, "What?"
"Tay, what are you on about?" Nino exclaimed as she stood up as well, facing Tay with her arms crossed.
"Shut the fuck up, Nino!" Tay shot back, stepping closer to Nino with her fists clenched.
"Guys, calm down," Nina stood up, walking over towards Tay and Nino.
"No! Don't take another step, Nina!" Tay yelled, "Nino is always being a little bitch about things!"
"No, I'm not! Fuck you, Taylor! You're always so laidback, sometimes it seems like you don't give a shit about this band!" Nino yelled, her nostrils flaring.
Mads stood up and ran next to me, hiding behind me as their fight intensified.
"I do give a shit about this band! I gave up my entire life to do this stupid shit, and maybe I shouldn't have!" Tay shot back.
"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't have. Fuck off, will you?" Nino finished off as she began to turn around.
My eyes widened as Tay suddenly spun Nino around and threw a punch, landing her fist directly on Nino's jaw. I heard a sickening crack before running towards them and holding back Tay.
"Are you fucking out of your mind?" I screamed at her, trying to hold her back as she thrashed in my arms.
"Let me go!" she screamed, escaping my grip and running towards the door.
She opened the door, "I'm done."
We all watched in dismay as she exited, leaving all of us to sit in uncomfortable silence. I felt a tear escape my eye as I turned my attention towards Nino who was holding her jaw in her hands.
"Does it hurt a lot?" I asked gently while I ran my finger along her jaw, Nino wincing in response to my gentle touch.
"Hurts like a bitch, Tay knows how to throw a punch, for sure."
"Why would she do that?" Alex asked, pacing around the room anxiously.
"I don't know," Bert said, his voice barely audibly as it shook with each syllable.
"What do we do now?" Nina asked, tears fully streaming down their face.
I watched as Mads hugged Nina, attempting to comfort them as she murmured words into their ear. I grimaced as Nino's jaw began to take on a nasty bruise, advising her not to apply pressure to it. I placed my head in my hands before I pulled out my phone, dialing Tay's number. I put my finger on my lips as I told everyone to quiet down, all of them staring at me anxiously.
It rung a few times before I heard Tay's firm voice on the other line, "What do you want?"
"Where the hell are you going?" I immediately asked, my lips set into a frown.
"I don't know, I'll figure it out!" she shot back, her voice staticky due to the bad reception.
"You better get your ass back here. If I don't see you in ten minutes, I'll fucking kill you, do you understand me?" I said firmly.
"Okay," Taylor murmured after a few moments of silence, ending the call shortly after.
I stuffed my phone in my pocket. plopping down on the couch as I held my head in my hands again.
"Is she okay?" Nino asked, still caring about Tay even though she just punched her.
"She sounds fine, she'll probably come back soon," I replied.
We all sat in silence as we awaited Taylor's arrival. The atmosphere was heavy as Mads and Nina sat together on the floor, both of them fidgeting with their shoe laces. Nino was sat next to me, her head leaned on my shoulder as she tapped her fingers against her thighs. Bert and Alex were discussing something about Bert's camera, their words being inaudible to the rest of us.
We stayed like this for five minutes until there was a subtle knock at the door. Mads' head perked up as she met our eyes before standing up and walking over to the door. She opened it quickly, immediately engulfing Tay in a hug. Tay returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around Mads' middle as we heard her begin to cry.
"Thank god," I whispered as Nino stood up and went over to them. Mads had let go at this point as Nino and Taylor were staring at each other.
"I'm sorry," Taylor owned up to her mistakes, unable to look Nino in the eyes.
"It's okay, I promise," Nino assured, rubbing her hand on Tay's shoulder.
"Friends again?" Tay asked.
"Friends again," Nino nodded, confirming before pulling Tay into a massive hug.
Nina stood up with a large sigh, "We all okay now?"
"I think we'll be fine," Bert answered, "Who's up for some alcohol?"
"I know I want some," Alex chuckled weakly.
"Alright, we'll get everything back to the van and then we can just let loose. Tonight hasn't been great, obviously," I said, beginning to pack away all their instruments.
😇
The night was spent with three bottles of whiskey, all of us clambered into a small van. We were all drunk at this point, all of us slouched back as we did our own things.
"Pass the booze, Nino!" Bert slurred, his eyes shut lazily as he had a stupid grin plastered to his face.
"For sure, dude! Let me take a sip first though!" Nino said before taking a large swig, later passing it on to Bert.
"Who's up for a game of drunk truth or dare?" Mads said, urging everyone to huddle together.
"Me!" Tay and I yelled at the same time. We met eyes as we both interrupted into giggles, the alcohol had already taken affect on our systems.
We all sat in a circle and started the game, laughing the night away as we tried to have a positive outlook on the previous events. It wasn't possible to always have a good show, but as long as we all had each other, I think we would survive.
