Words of Promise

QUEBEC, CANADA

(SKATE'S POV)

It was 20 minutes until we'd be on stage. I was anxious-good anxious. I wanted this to work out and I knew that we'd made it big. I could hear the screaming fans, which to some people would be menacing but to me, it was angelic. There were people out there that paid good money to see us. Some traveled miles just to watch us perform. I loved each and every one of them, deep inside. But enough sappy stuff, it's time for the show.

"Ready Sam?" I asked, cupping a hand on his shoulder. It was more my own reassurance. I just wanted to know I wouldn't be alone with all this.

"Yep. Can you believe this?" he grinned, looking around. I took this time to take a look around too. I caught a glimpse of the stage through the door. Lights were shining down, the fans were screaming and crying. I couldn't really see the fans because it was so dark but I knew they were there. This was all too great.

My heartbeat quickened and I nodded at Sammy. I could hear the boom of our MC hyping up the crowd and waiting for us to come. It was time.

"NOW INTRODUCING... SAMMY AND SKATE!!!!!" the MC yelled. We jogged out of the stage door and onto the wide bright stage. Fans screams got louder when they saw us. I grinned and the MC gave me his mic. "HOW IS EVERYONE TONIGHT?" I called out to the crowd. They screamed loudly in response. "Alright, now we wanted to surprise you guys with our newest hit, Fashion is my Passion!" The crowd cheered again and we got ready to sing.

The results were great, and all the fans loved it. All the positive energy made all my nervous thoughts disappear. I saw Sammy felt the same way. He was having a great time, too.

Our next song was "Nothin to a King" which was a common favorite. I always enjoyed performing that one.

"It ain't nothin to a king

It ain't nothin to a king

I'm just tryna live boss life

All night

Never have to worry-"

Then it happened. A terrible mic sound. A loud crunch. A collective gasp from the crowd. The crowd got quiet. I looked over at Sammy, who was no longer on the stage. He was crumbled down on the ground just below it. I helped him back up onto the stage but he could only stand. I motioned for our MC to come and handed him Sammy's mic. Our security helped lift Sammy up and take him backstage. I followed, barely processing what just happened.

They laid Sammy down on a table in the dressing room after wiping it of its contents. Our manager came in along with some of the staff of the Staple's Center we were in. My eyes stung as I took in the scene. Sammy was hurt. Our performance was stopped abruptly and we let down the fans. I knew it wasn't Sammy's fault, but I felt bad. I caught a glimpse of Sammy's body and saw his leg, covered in blood and bent in an odd way. The staff quickly covered it up and put pressure on it. His expression was so anguished that I had to look away. Sammy was like a brother to me.

Soon, we were in an ambulance, heading toward a hospital in Quebec.

(SAMMY'S POV)

I woke up from the sedatives and saw Nate beside me. "Bro what happened?" I asked. "You fell off the stage and broke your leg," he said. I winced and looked at my leg. It was bandaged up and put in a cast. "The show got cancelled?" I asked. "Sam, you're hurt. Our fans care about you and they understand if you're not able to perform," Nate said. "How're you feeling?"

"Can't feel my legs," I said. "They numbed your waist down," Nate replied.

"So a girl could've f*cked me and I wouldn't feel it?" I joked, weakly. Nate laughed. "Don't worry, I'd f*ck her first," he said. I punched his shoulder and grinned.