In Die Nacht

8

They somehow talked Bill down from actually cancelling the whole entire tour but they all decided it'd be best to give him his space. He was just about ready to blow a gasket every twenty seconds. He cried over the little things too. When his mic wouldn't turn on during rehearsal he was in full tears. He claimed that no one does their jobs and that it's up to him to do everything right. He couldn't stand his own emotions. Tom was horribly devastated watching his brother succumb to whatever monster had it's evil claws on him now. He hated to admit it but he preferred epilepsy over this weird bipolarity. Bill was sitting on the edge of the stage crying while smoking. He tripped on the catwalk and that sent him into a full on tantrum. He screamed and called all of the crew useless and without the proper permits and degrees to set up a stage.

Tom watched his brother rock back and forth sobbing. He wanted to help him but all Bill would do is shove him away and tell him to go to hell. His twin was clueless as to what he needed to do with him. The G's were just as confused. Ever since that blow up on the bus, Bill was a hot mess and everyone knew it. During their first show after the cancelled one, Bill started to cry when he was singing and the song itself was happy. The fans were worried because Bill cried when they were outside screaming for him and he told them that they're clueless fucks who always screamed not knowing if the person had a headache that day or something. That was the final straw that broke the camel's back. The whole crew and band held a meeting and Bill was the topic of choice.

"Okay, does anyone know what is going on with Bill?"

"Your guess is just as good as ours. " Georg sighed, tiredly.

"Tom? He's your brother, anything?"

"I wish, David. He doesn't talk to me anymore. He just cries and screams and throws shit at me."

"Look, this whole situation needs to be handled. He's yelling at fans and crying like he's pregnant or something. You kids needs to figure out what the hell is going on. I am washing my hands of this matter."

The door to the main bus opened and Bill stormed in with drenched hair and a massive cut on his lip. Tom immediately reacted and was at his brother's side to assess the damage.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

He looked over Tom's shoulder and saw all the people that sat in the room. He looked at each and every face and tears filled his eyes yet again. He was breaking down slowly and everyone saw it. He pushed Tom out of the way and put on his strongest glare he could muster.

"Are you all just going to sit on your fat asses and talk shit about me all day?! I am fine and nothing is wrong! You need to stop sitting here and gossipin like bitches and do your jobs. We have to be on the road in one hour and that stage still isn't fully packed! Get to work, we don't pay you to sit around! GO!"

The older men were going to say something but decided against it since the kid signed their paychecks. They filed out and Bill took this time to glare at the G's and David. He felt betrayed that they would sit with them and talk about him. They were supposed to be his friends and the pain hurt the most when he saw Tom among them. This was the band that he formed and they went behind his back to discuss him. He gripped his body in his arms and turned away from them.

"I knew I couldn't trust anyone." Bill muttered and ran off the bus.

Tom would've followed but he knew that Bill just needed space. His brother was falling apart and there was nothing he could do. His mother had gone back to Germany for the remainder of the tour to speak about Jorg's living arrangements. She wanted him gone. Bill was sitting in his bus on the floor when the door opened behind him. He was crying and shivering and water dripped all around him from the rain outside that clung to his thin frame.