timothée
"What do you mean? He can't just not turn up."
"Yes he can, Timothée. He's in the hospital."
Hazel's voice is filled with amusement as she watches me pace from her spot on the couch.
My hands are pulling at my hair and I can't stay still.
What's going to happen to the tour?
That's the only thing that is registering in my brain.
The opening act for Admonition's very first world tour was in a car crash and broke his leg.
To make it worse, we are six days away from the first show.
It seems like the only option now is to push the tour back or find a new opening act. It would break my heart to do the former but there is no way that we can do the latter.
Even if we could find someone willing, there is no way they would be prepared to travel around the world in six days time.
"Look. I will call Camille, first thing tomorrow, and see if we can find anyone who is willing to maybe do the first couple of shows and then we could try and find someone permeant. And please, for the love of god, get some rest. You look exhausted."
I roll my eyes at Hazel's good natured teasing as she gets up to go to her room.
The door slams shut behind her and I am once again left alone. Thinking of the worst.
Admonition has been growing in fame for the last three years. The euphoria of rising to fame is like no other. No drug can replicate the pure power of climbing to the top.
And when you are finally there it's not as incredible as your day dreams had led you to believe.
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change anything. The sound of thousands of people singing your songs at the top of their lungs is amazing. The words that came from a place so private and hidden that it is surreal that other people relate to them.
But, the constant harassment and invasion of your privacy isn't quite as desirable.
It is going to be hard to find someone who wants to be famous so much that they can overlook the dark side of fame. That's why I doubt very much that the tour will be going ahead on the 3rd of May.
I need a cigarette.
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